THE AMAZING JOURNEY BEGINS

We must have eaten something – or drunk - because we found ourselves in some kind of parallel reality, which was quite identical to the reality we had previously called home.
It was filled with familiar characters: friendly giants, pick-pocketing fairies, lascivious mermaids, honest lawyers, hard-working royalty, atheistic dogs, gracious mothers-in-law, trustworthy politicians, Canadian Armed Forces, that kind of stuff.
“Same old, same old,” muttered Julie. “Let’s get out of here.”
“But wait,” said I. “Maybe we can find Ding-a-Madonga here.”
“I doubt it,” she yawned.
Little did she know that what began as a common case of food poisoning turned into the most mind-boggling journey of self-discovery since Alice in Neverland.