I did not make a wrong turn. I am incapable of making a wrong turn.
Beautiful sunny day. Top down. Highway cruising speeds, and everything was normal - well, as normal as everything ever gets. The break was ending too soon, and we both knew it was time to return to the Mansion.
I took the correct exit. I always know where I'm going. Take the exit ramp, make a right onto the boulevard, a few miles and some cross streets. That was how we were supposed to be going. How I'd always gone.
It wasn't until we were nearly to the end of the ramp that I realized something was amiss.
No, that's not right. I didn't realize anything was amiss until it was far too late to do anything about it. A strange, powerful, extremely localized weather distortion that didn't even register on my scanners until we were already inside of it, and then the boulevard - and California - were gone.