Into The Back rooms

People.

I somehow landed on the ground, I got up and looked around, I turned off my lamp and saw shacks, stands, and stalls galore as if I were at a festival or convention of some sort. Then a man, dressed in a light blue button-up dress shirt and what seem to be black dress pants with a tag that you would see an employee wearing in some sort of restaurant or store, walked up to me and greeted me with a smile. "Hello fellow traveler! Welcome to the trading center! I'm Quinn, what is your name?"  I look at him, his brunette hair semi messy with slight stubble around his chin and glasses with thin navy blue frames, he holds his hand out for a hand shake. "I'm Alex." I shake his hand. "I'm guessin' you're new here aren't you? Oh I remember when I first came here," he sighed. "I was so lonely and afraid. Sorry.. I'm talking too much aren't I?" he rubbed the back of his head in what seemed to be embarrassment. "No, it's fine, I'm a better listener than a talker anyways." I chuckled and so did Quinn. We walk chatting the whole time and he takes me to where he stays, we sit on a mat and chat some more. "How I got here?" I ask. "I got here on purpose, I've dreamed about it ever since I heard about this place, Always dreamed about maybe studying it one day, and now I'm here." Quinn looks at me with a smile. "I wasn't so lucky, I was on my way home from work and just suddenly fell through the floor, sometimes I wonder how it would have been if I didn't fall.." his voice trails off in a sad manner. "Oh, I'm sorry." I say with a sympathetic look. "Probably would have been more boring and strange than here." I joke. Quinn chuckles slightly, still sad and lost in the thought of what could have been. "It'll be ok," I say trying to be reassuring. "Here, to change the subject. How old are you Quinn?" I ask, he seemed to be 19-21 but I was unsure, I secretly hope he's near my age as I wait for a response as he fakes counting on his fingers. "When I first arrived I was... 20? 21? but now I don't think time passes here, or it does, just oddly-" he jokes seeming to cheer up even if only slightly. "and you?" he asks. "I'm 19, cool to know you're probably near my age." I smile. "Yeah, certainly helps." he says. "wanna know something funny I've figured out while being here?" Quinn asks. I look at him. "Sure, what is it?" he laughs slightly. "Things work oddly here, you don't ever get hungry at certain levels but in others you do and have to eat, to stop from becoming these weird monster things.." Quinn seems to get sad again. "How'd you figure that out? If it's not too much to tell me.."