Short story, Part 1 of 5. "Fred"

There once was a guy named Fred.  He had a house with a beautiful wife and two children.  One day he had decided to leave work early.  However, Fred never left work early.  He was the type of guy who was the first one in to work and last one out, always volunteering to do the extra work no one wanted to do.  Fred felt uneasy leaving work early but chose to leave nevertheless.  On the way home Fred decided to pick up food from a local fast food restaurant, which was also very uncharacteristic of Fred.  He took his family out once a month to a fancy restaurant and in all the in between days stuck to a healthy diet that him and his family actually really enjoyed.  As Fred left the fast food restaurant he looked at the bag in disgust but still decided to eat every last bit.  As Fred pulled into his driveway he stood motionless contemplating the choices he was going to make.  He knew that it was for the best but was hesitant nonetheless.  Fred punched in his garage key code and began to walk into the house.  He took one last look at his car and realized he had forgot something. What did he forget?

The series continues tomorrow.  Let me hear what you think might happen.

-S. See V.