Moving On, Part I
Chapter 2 "Falling Off the Map"
Hyde woke up in his truck feeling like crap. This was worse than any hang-over he'd ever had. He didn't know what time it was.
First things first. Hyde stopped at a coffee shop; drank a lot of coffee, ate some scrambled eggs and toast; and thought about what to do next.
There was no way that he was going to back to Point Place. At least not right away. Explaining what had happened in Chicago was impossible to him. He didn't want to disappoint Mrs. Forman. She'd probably already decorated the house with streamers. Also, she'd want to talk about it. At the breakfast table. Fez most likely would cry and then coo, "Oh, Hyde! Your love life is really a mess." Yeah. It certainly was.
They probably already knew. Kelso most likely rushed home, and told them all. He chuckled at the thought of Kelso hitching a ride home butt-naked. Jackie might have called Donna right after he'd left. She might have even driven home to try to explain things to him, or try to get him back. And there was no way that was going happen.
He hated pity. Humiliation was even worse. It was unbearable to him. Point Place was a small town, and everybody knew everyone else's business.
What he needed was to clear his head. Go somewhere. Think things through.
It once was said that if you could shake the continental United States like you would a map, everyone who had nothing to tie them down would fall west. To Los Angeles. L.A. had no appeal to Hyde. He'd head to Vegas instead.
