Detour

You return from the mail box, discovering an envelope that says: "You have won the grand prize, an all expense paid, free vacation". As you are reading the details, a black limousine pulls up in front of your house. Just when you get to the part in the letter, that says: "$5,000 cash will be waiting for you upon your arrival at our resort", a knocking on your door is followed by a consistent ringing of the door bell, which suggests an impatient visitor is at your door.
When you open the door, a guy, wearing an expensive suit, says, "my name is Jack; is this you? He then presents an 8" by 10" card with your name on it.

You reply, "yes".

"Sign here, and where is your luggage?" Jack responds.

"I'm not ready", you reply.

Jack, slightly agitated, looks at his watch and says, "you've got about 10 minutes". He returns to the limo and opens the trunk. Then he leans against the side of his limo and faces your front door.

Puzzled at the situation, you ponder to yourself. What a short notice. Then consider, there's another person in the area with the same name as mine. Maybe I'm not the real winner of this grand prize. In addition, my name was spelled wrong on the vacation voucher. After you quickly pack a couple of suit cases and toss them into the trunk of the limo, you open the rear door and get in.

As darkness approaches, there is a sign, up ahead that reads, the bridge is closed, take the detour. Continually following the detour signs, your driver ends up back at the starting point of the detour signs. (Some juvenile pranksters had altered the signs, causing a circular route back to the point of beginning).

Jack says, "I know a short cut from here; I just hope I don't overlook the place to turn in the dark; we're running low on gas".

Now you are on a county road with no line in the middle and no street lights. The engine sputters and dies.
"We're out of gas and I haven't seen the first sign of a house in about 5 miles; I've seen nothing but trees", says Jack.
You reach for your cell phone just to discover, you forgot it. You left it at home. A sigh of discontent has been earned at this point. Go ahead and let it out.

As you and Jack get out of the limo, an old woman approaches armed with numb chucks. "Y'all are not tourists are you", she begins. "I whooped up a tourist good yesterday and left him for dead in a ditch".

About this time, 4 more people come out of the woods, 2 young women and 2 guys. "We don't like cops either. Y'all ain't cops are you?" the 21 year old guy asked.

Jack replies, "no, I'm delivering a patient.

This brought a sigh of relief and smiles from the five.

The old woman says, that funny farm is about 10 miles up ahead; what are y'all doing stopping here?

"We're out of gas", Jack responds.

The old woman says, there is a gas station about 5 miles down the road.

So now you are pondering; I'm a tourist posing as a patient or am I? Could the person, who was supposed to win the vacation, be an escaped mental patient? Is Jack just tryin to disguise me being a tourist for safety's sake, or is he a bounty hunter for escaped mental patients?

A sigh for stress relief is appropriate at this time.

You are on your way to a little out of the way community, called Detour. You're getting offered this free vacation was not by haphazard luck. It was preplanned as part of your destiny. Some say this community only exist in a different dimension. Others afirm its existence. However, with no verification of its existence, except from legally incompetant witnesses. It is up to you to visit and report back to headquarters, the reality of the situation. (Thank you for volunteering for this assignment). We believe you will be able to find a means of escape from this hidden jungle of confusion, some say exist only in the dimensions of the twilight zone.