What felt like hours happened to only be minutes, but by the time that they were able to slip out of the network, Roger was ready to throw up. It had been quite the trip. Fred may have not known the meaning of the word embarrassed, but Roger sure as hell did.
"Merlin's balls," he groaned, gripping his knee with a hand as he bent over in half and got himself together. "What the hell was that?" He had been so sure that he had followed Fred's instructions correctly, and yet there they were, in what seemed like a living room. It was definitely not the other shop, that was for sure.