Tyler wakes up in an unknown world and finds out that her body is in a coma. Luckily, there are a few people who are willing to help her settle in to this new and unfamiliar universe.
I wake up to my stomach rumbling. I forgot that I had to eat, but I have no money to buy any food. I search the fridge, hoping for something, but there's nothing there. Just as I'm about to go scavenge a garbage can or something, there's a knock on my door.
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I open the door to see Patrick smiling at me.
"Hi," I reply, stepping aside to let him in.
"Actually, I was hoping to go out. I realized that you probably have nothing to eat, so I'll take you to breakfast before we have to go finish other things."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Other things?"
"Like getting you an I.D. card, and a job," he explains.
"I see." I'm already dressed, so I step outside and lock the door behind me. We walk down the street to a small diner, and he holds the door for me. It's good to see someone my age with some manners.
We sit down at a small table, and Patrick orders us coffee, bacon, and eggs, which sounds extremely amazing to my hungry brain. My head is starting to hurt again, and he notices. He hands me another small pill bag. I smile gratefully at him and down the pills with a sip of coffee.
"So, do you know what kind of job you're interesting in getting?" He asks me.
"Computers," I say, rubbing my temples. "I mean, I used to work with computers."
"I kind of do, too. What area of computers did you work in?"
"Graphic design," I answer.
"Oh, really? I work for a graphic design company, and we're actually hiring," he tells me.
"Awesome," I say.
"Yeah, that's one problem down. Your I.D. card is really easy to get, you just need to know your birthday. We can do that first, and then we can see about signing you up for work."
"Sounds good."
Our food comes soon, and I try not to eat too quickly, although I'm extremely hungry. I feel a little self-consious around Patrick, and I don't know why.
After finishing our breakfast, Patrick leads me to the document office.
"Luckily, we live right in the middle of the city, so we're close to pretty much everything," he tells me.
"Huh, cool."
It takes about twenty minutes to get my I.D. card, and then we go to Patrick's work.
"It's pretty cool here. I think you'll like it," he says.
He leaves me in a waiting room for a couple of minutes, then comes back with an application and a pen. "Just fill this out and I'll turn it in for you."
It only takes a few minutes to fill out the form, and then Patrick takes it to turn it in.
"I have to get to work, but thanks for going out with me," he says when he comes back. I wonder what he means by "going out". Was that supposed to be a date?
