The spaceship landed in a junkyard outside Chicago. Everyone discharged and went to the front gate to hail down a cab.
I decided not to join them, saying "I'll catch up with you guys later," and went back to kick the heck out of the ship, making it look broken enough to be considered "junk". Then I turned into a ghost and flew back.

Up at the apartment, I moved the boxes to the freight elevator to prepare for the moving. The phone rang when I was about to take the PlayStation. I answered it.
"Village..uh... never mind. Go."
"Hey, Tom," it was Danny, "How should we make our move to New York? Take a plane or ride in a moving truck?"
"I ride in the back, but you can fly if you want to. Better yet, how about you flip a coin?"
"Hang on a sec."
On the other line, Danny and Dani, on a payphone, search their pockets for a penny and flip it in the air. Dani called heads for air. It landed on tails.
"We're gonna take a truck," said Danny.
"Good. I'll se you there!"

I hung up, but then it rang again.
"Yeah?"
"It's me, Tom!" It was Katy Kat.
"Oh, hi, Katy. Wazzup?"
"Well, we're getting really fizzed up about the big move to East Coast. Unfortunately, Rammy is back to her own evil self and left the band. At least she made the recent album though..."
"Really? How many albums did you girls do with her?"
"Just two. Plus an EP."
"Well that's just great. Next thing you know, she's going to be stowing away in one of your boxes!"
"Nonsense! We taped every box shut, and there's no sign of airholes or stuff like that."
"Okay! Good luck gettin there all in one piece!"

I hung up and put the last of the stuff in the freight elevator. I pressed the LOBBY button, and the doors shut. Unfortunately, the freight elevator went down a bit slow, so I climbed aboard the dumbwaiter and took the quicker way down. The freight elevator arrived a few minutes later. At the same time, the moving truck arrived in front of the building, and the guys head inside for the boxes. I, of course, helped out too.

By the time the last box came as well as the bed, I notice U-1, Egg-yolk, Wayne, and Garth make their out of the loop station with their own set of boxes.
"You carried all that stuff on the Loop?!" I exclaimed.
"The train was practically empty!" said Garth.
"What do you got in there?"
Wayne took a peek inone of the boxes, "Cameras, amps, microphones, Teriyaki's records, and stuff like that."
"Are you saying you wanna ride with me on the journey to New York?"
They all said "YES".
"Seems fine, I guess. Maybe we could have a jam session on the way there."

They loaded their stuff in with mine, and the last things to go in were the guitars , gitaroos, session tapes, and Garth's drum kit.
"Apparently we only have one bed," I reminded, "and it has room for two. So some of us are gonna have to sleep in the boxes."
Wayne, Garth, and U-1 had leftover extra-long boxes with them, so they were all set. The only one who didn't have a box is Egg-yolk.
"Guess it's down to me, hon. If we decide to make out again, let's keep it on the safe side. My box has some sponges, just in case."
I shivered a bit, then climed inside and shut the door.

Soon the truck started. We could see the streetlights through the overhead windows. Every now and then the truckers stopped at some rest stations to refill on gas and pick up some lunch for us. Unfortunately, my pajamas were buried within the numerous boxes, so I wore the same thing for the whole 24 hours of the day.
We spent most of the days either jammin' or looking out the window. Okay, I admit Egg-yolk seduced me once or twice, but she was only in it for the warmth.

Eventually, we crossed the George Washington Bridge and back into the city. It drove down Broadway and turned onto 81st street. We finally stopped and got out. At the same time, MilkCan showed up in their own truck. Danny didn't show up yet.
"Hey, Tom!" said Lammy.
We hugged as if it was a reunion.
"Hey girls. So you're thinkin' of livin here as well, huh?"
"Yeah. As roommates. We can keep the rent low this way!"
"Well, have fun!"
I turned to the others.
"You guys wanna move into this spot?" I asked.
"Nah," they said.
"We're aiming for a large space to continue the show," explained Garth.
"You're thinking of a new studio for 'Wayne's World', is that it?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Good luck! What about you, Egg-yolk?"
"I'll find a spot in midtown. I'll drop by, okay hon?"
"Fine by me. U-1?"
"Sure."

We made our way in and to the landlord. He seemed friendly.
"Hi. I booked a place in advance."
"Apartment 5A," he said, giving me the key.
I left U-1 with the landlord. I took the elevator to the 5th floor, and made my way to 5A. A strange guy with a pompador and cigar emerged from 5B across from my door.
"Hey. You're the new guy, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Kramer, right?" I saw his name on the buzzer downstairs.
"You got it, buddy."
"Live it up here, Kramer. What's mine is yours!"

I made my way inside, with the boxes already waiting to be unpacked. I took a box and start to open it, when Kramer bursts in through the door without knocking. ("WOW!" I squealed) He turns toward the refrigarator.
"You got any meat?" he said.
I had no idea what I was saying when I said it, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. So I went outside to get him some sliced turkey at a nearby deli. That ought to keep him occupied for a while.

After unpacking everything, I heard a buzz.
"Who is it?"
"It's Danny. We're moving in."
"Great! Come on in."
I pressed the DOOR button, and waited. Eventually, Dani lept inside and hugged me. Danny foillowed.
"I guess she really missed you, Tom."
Then Kramer burst in again, and shut the door behind him.
"Hey, Kramer. This is Danny and Dani. They're half ghost," I said
"Go on..."
"I'll see you guys later," said Danny.
He walked through the door, and Kramer jiggled in suprise. Dani followed.

"Listen, buddy," said Kramer, "What do you mean you go out with those guys? They're DEAD, aren't they?"
"No. They're half-dead. It's a long story. I had the same experience myself. See ya."
I walked through the door to prove a point.

Right away, I hopped onto a downtown subway. It has not changed. I took a B train down to 34th street (then an F to 14th), and found my old favorite Chipotle, which has also not changed. I popped in for a quick bite, then took a C train back up from 8th avenue.

I spent the rest of the day playing Monopoly with Lammy, Danny, and U-1. I always won with a hotel on the Boardwalk. Then we picked up the rest of the gang and took the subway to the Old Town bar (C to 42nd street, then Q to 14th). At one of the large booths, we started to fill up. It was me, U-1, Danny, Dani, and MilkCan from my place, then Wayne and Garth from elswhere in the Upper West Side, and Egg-yolk from this place near Grand Central. I was just about to dig into my burger, when some old friends popped in and grabbed a spot: PaRappa, Sunny, and Paula Fox.

"Hey! Long time, no see! What's happening?"
"A lot has happened since you left," said PaRappa, "Sunny sprouted seeds and donated them to the botanical gardens."
"Seeds?" Danny was confused, "For a second there, I thought you were a human with a flower headband."
"Nah. She's a flower. A flower child!" I blushed, "So what about Matt?"
"We broke up." said Paula.

So I introduced everyone to each other, paid the bill, and then went our separate ways. At the subway, Me, MilkCan, U-1, and Egg-yolk got on an uptown 4 train. PaRappa, Sunny, and Paula got on a downtown 6 train. I'm assuming they got a spot in the Village.

"So you found a spot to finish up 'Tommy'?" asked Egg-yolk.
"Not yet, but I'm on it!"
The doors opened at Grand Central andwe got off the train.
"I got a great spot here. Come on up when you got the time, hon."
We all head upstairs. Egg-yolk turned for the nearest exit, while me, Lammy, Katy, Ma-San, and U-1 head for the crosstown shuttle. We continued walking until we got the C train, and took it to 81st street.

As I was back in the city, I had no need to write a postcard anymore.