Laura and Sigmund are so in love and everything’s just great; long walks, hiking, dinners in the evening air. They often expressed the sentiment to one another that they were the luckiest people in the world. On a fairly standard evening they decided to try a new bar in their area. Upon arriving they found that it was far louder, darker, and crowded than they could have possibly imagined. Laura screams to Sigmund that she needs to use the restroom and gestures for him to stay put. She comes back from the restroom and embraces Sigmund, they make out while leaning on the bar; blissfully neglectful of the scowls they are receiving from those surrounding them. More drinking and revelry in the dark fade into a an impressionist haze of evening.
Sigmund wakes the next morning to find that the girl he came home with wasn’t Laura at all, and in fact bared very little resemblance to his purported soul mate. Laura stands in the doorway to their bedroom crying and asks why he has done this to them. The other girl wakes up and asks who Laura is and why is is she standing in she and Sigmund’s bedroom. Sigmund asks the same thing and tells the Laura he was sleeping beside to call the police. The crying Laura in the door asks what’s going on, but Laura of the bed simply gropes Sigmund and tells her she needs to leave. Laura screams that she has no place else to go, but Sigmund simply says, “How?” and then she notices three wolves pacing the living room that was once hers. Without any notice the wolves smash through the bedroom wall and consume Sigmund and Laura of the bed. Laura of tears runs out the front door only to find a monolithic traffic barrel in her front yard that reaches infinitely into the sky.
Sigmund’s car pulls up in the driveway and he gets out and frantically tells her that he’s been searching for her all night and he’s been so worried. The back of his car is pulsating with cats, making her doubt that he is who he says he is. He tells her that they’re in someone else’s yard and they need to go home.