Carl woke up from his eternal slumber and found out that he is in a place that seem to be no longer earth. It is barren, reddish desert-like place with many orange pillars there and there planted randomly. The heat is very strong. Stronger than all the deserts on earth combined. Though he had never been to any desert on earth, he feels this infernal land surpasses all limits. But he wasn't burning at all. The temperature is unbearable but he still hadn't turned to ashes.
"Is this hell",He said to himself.
He stands up. He walked around a few distances to observe the environment. The desert seemed to strech forever with the starless pitch black void sky. Tears started to roll down over his cheeks.Was he crying because he's in hell? The answer would be no.
"My stove...", he weeps and whisphered.
"I LEFT MY DAMN STOVE ON AT HOME!", he released both angers and gallons of tears with his booming voice.
"What am I supposed to do! I don't even remember how did I died. I also forgot to put water in the pot... now, it's gonna burn even more!", he said while kneeling and his elbows on ground.
"No! that will not happened. Dying won't stop me from doing whatever I want. I will go home! I won't ever let my house in smithereens!", He said it out loud with fury and determination.
And thus, his journey toward his home begins.