"Did that really happen?" Brad asked of no one in particular, after a few moments of stunned silence.

"If it didn't, it was by far the worst nightmare I've ever had in my entire life," Janet responded adamantly.

"If that was a nightmare, I just had the same one," Brad muttered.

"He needs help." Janet, her voice full of concern, indicated Dr. Scott.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Brad hurriedly righted the overturned wheelchair, and he and Janet both helped the elderly professor into it.

"God forgive me, but I'm glad my sister wasn't here to see what became of her boy. It would have broken her heart." Dr. Scott's voice was heavy with sorrow.

"That Dr. Furter was truly an evil, evil man," Janet seethed.

"It's a good thing he's gone. The world is better off without him," Brad agreed. "The important thing now is to get back home and try our best to put all of this behind us."

"My car is right over there, close to where the castle used to be," Dr. Scott told them.

"Ours is up the road a little ways, but it has a flat tire."

"Why don't I give you a ride back to my place, and you can call for help from there," Dr. Scott suggested.

Brad gave a sharp laugh. "We were on our way to visit you when we had the flat. How ironic is that?"

"Even if not for the flat, you still would have missed me, as I was searching for Eddie." Dr. Scott's voice sounded so sad.

"Well, at least now you don't have to wonder what happened to him anymore." Janet meant the comment to sound consoling, but somehow it didn't quite seem to come out that way.

"He was the last of my family, you know. He was my sister's only child, and I never had any children. Now there's no one left but me." Dr. Scott sounded utterly forlorn. Janet gave him a hug, and he looked at her gratefully.

They had reached Dr. Scott's car, which was specially equipped with hand-controlled brakes and acceleration. Brad helped him get in, folded the wheelchair, and sat it beside him, and then Brad and Janet got in the back seat. Soon they were on their way to Dr. Scott's house.

Dr. Scott fiddled with the radio dial. "The swearing in of President Ford should be on some time today. I didn't want to miss that."

"It'll be on the five o'clock news tonight," Brad reminded him.

Just then a group of long-haired kids, Steppenwolf blaring over their eight-track player, sped past.

"I can't stand that kind of music," Brad grumbled. "Give me Frank Sinatra or Bing Crosby any day over that crap. Or, better yet, Beethoven or Mozart."

Janet, who had been tapping her foot in time to the music, stopped immediately and glanced at him guiltily.

Dr. Scott had finally found a radio station playing the news. The reporter was talking about the arrival of another boatload of Vietnamese refugees.

"Lord, how is our country going to absorb all these extra people?" Brad sounded incredulous.

"Well, here we are." Dr. Scott was pulling into his driveway. "Incidentally, what was the purpose of your intended visit to me in the first place?"

"We had planned to announce our engagement." Brad's voice was completely devoid of cheer.

Dr. Scott smiled for the first time since their adventure had began. "Well, now, congratulations, you two. That's the second love match I've helped orchestrate."

"I wonder how Ralph and Betty are enjoying their honeymoon," Janet mused.

"Right now I don't give a flying fart about Ralph and Betty and their honeymoon. Right now all I care about is getting that flat replaced and going home." Brad sounded extremely tense and edgy.

The three of them went inside, and Brad called his father and told him what had happened.

Mr. Majors was extremely irate when he finally arrived bringing the spare tire.

"What did I tell you about always having a spare tire with you, boy? Next time you'll listen to me, won't you!"

Brad cowered under the wrath of his father.

"Let's just get this over with," Mr. Majors griped, heading back to his car with Brad and Janet in tow.