[ a certain not!son might have overheard that phone call, and is now standing in the doorway into the kitchen and chuckling as he takes another bite of the cereal from the bowl he holding. ]

There's no buses that go out of the town, and I mean... you can try for yourself but the street loops and that gets really confusing after a while. But basically this isn't a hallucination, dream, or anything brought on by alcohol or drugs.

You've been kidnapped by a town to 1950s America where you're expected to play nice, and live in these quaint little families they've all assigned for us.

Welcome to Mayfield.