Albert Meisner is really incensed; not only is he being blamed for the catastrophe that transported his whole property, his family, their friends and two unexpected guests to this peculiar world; the whiskey he’s been drinking is having no effect on him! The truly culpable person is Frank; his future son-in-law who is now in a coma from the power surge precipitated by his experimentation with the ‘harmless’ alien objects Albert had salvaged a dozen years earlier from the wreckage of a spaceship. Albert learns that just moments before the catastrophic event catapulted them to this place, the secret service and army had been situated right outside his front gate about to raid his home. As all vestiges of 21st century life have disappeared, the question becomes not where are they, but when? Though Albert boasts he’s just a ‘simple trucker’, he sets out to chronicle all the events that may have contributed to their predicament in the hope of discovering how it could’ve happened and who or what really caused it. As if things couldn’t get worse, a shovel and pick-axe being used to fortify the compound against a possible attack from their new neighbours go missing.