Frozen

II

For this first part:
english//bold
korean//normal

"Aren't you supposed to be...dead?"

Changbin stared at the boy.  He knew very well that he was talking to him, but he also didn't speak english.

"Wait!  You don't speak english, right?"

Felix rolled his eyes at himself.  How could he even understand the question if he didn't speak english?  He tried to remember where this guy came from, but couldn't.  Felix started speaking in the only other language he knew:

"You don't speak english?" He asked Changbin.

"No, I don't.  Where am I?"

"Australia, where are you from?" Felix mentally face-palmed himself.  He never thought he'd be having friendly conversation with a guy that died years ago.

"Korea," Changbin said.  He looked around at the room.  Everything was much more advanced.  He watched as Felix pulled something out of his pocket.  It was a small, silver rectangle.  Felix unfolded it a few times, then started typing on it.  Felix refolded it, and put it back in his pocket.

"What is that?" Changbin asked.

"A phone?"

Changbin's eyes widened, and he gasped.

"What's the date?" he asked quickly.

"February 16," Felix replied.

"What year?"

"2077." Felix said it as if it was no big deal. Changbin, however, panicked. He was frozen for 60 years. How was he supposed to adjust to that? He knew he had to get back home as soon as possible, assuming it was still there.

"I need a plane ticket back to Korea." Changbin rushed past Felix, and started to leave the room, but Felix outran him, and blocked the exit.

"Woah there, slow down mate. You can't go anywhere. Aren't you forgetting something?" Changbin shrugged.

"You're dead! As in: not alive! You're supposed to be frozen solid!"

Changbin stood still. He had forgotten about that.
"Then why am I unfrozen?" Changbin questioned.

"I don't know! I'm gonna beat the idiot that did this-" Felix stopped himself when he realized he was the idiot that unfroze him. He turned the thermostat up yesterday. This was all his fault, and now he had to get himself out of this mess.

"Just...stay here okay?  I'll find someone who knows what they're doing," said Felix, and he started to leave.  "You might want to go back into that room.  Nobody should come in here, but we need to be careful."

Felix left and sprinted down the hallway.  After nearly knocking down a pair of ladies, he boarded the bus right before it left.  Normally, he would've called someone to pick him up, but he didn't want anyone to ask questions.

The bus stopped a few blocks away from the apartment complex.  Felix made his way up a few flights of stairs, then found apartment 97.  He knocked on the door a few times, and there was no answer.  He started to knock again until the door opened.  A disheveled Chris stood there in pajamas.