The first meeting

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Inside the building smells like coffee, old people and not so surprisingly, paper.

The air is thick and a strong feeling of boredom

Noticing that the clock in the lobby reads: 8:01, I run up to Mr Johnson's office.
Something about this building feels off but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.

I run upstairs and find out what it is, there's a dark figure watching me from over the stairs that just secretes "off".

Suddenly I notice that it's an old man who's standing against the wall next to the office, I smile at him but then he reaches out his leg, which I trip over and fall flat to my face.

Standing up and brushing of my clothes I notice the man in front of me further, his hair is white and curly and he looks like any old bloke but something feels off about him, like a giraffe trying to act human.
"WHat the hell man?".
"No YOU what the hell", he says angrily with a youthful voice that doesn't seem to come from him, he tries to say something more but I'm already gone into Johnson's office.

Johnson is just sitting by his desk, not making any expression or even moving.
He has several glass figurines on his desk watching me with their judgmental glass- eyes.
"You're three minutes late Penelope", he says and looks at me, still not making any expression.
"Sorry, traffic you know", I sit myself down in the chair in front of his desk.

I can't tell if it's because I'm about to faint or if he actually slightly smiles at me.

He asks me about a few things and I answer him, not always 100% honest but at least I answer them.

"Congratulations Mrs Walters you've got the job, I'm going to go to my boss and make him sign this, then we'll sign it okay?".

I nod slightly and watch him exit the room.
Man this place is boring, but at least the paycheck will be even thicker than the air in here.
Everything is still and so quiet that if a little bacteria would yell really loud, you'd probably hear it in the next room.
I accidentally fall asleep for a short while before I'm awoken by a someone entering the room.

"You almost messed up the whole universe there!".

It's the old man again.
"I'm sorry but why do you keep following me?", I say and jump out of the chair and look him directly in the eyes, "Will you just please leave me alone, this is really important to me".

"No you don't understand", he says, it sounds like he's about to say something more but stops.
"He's coming, you better come with me if you wanna save this puny world".
He's reaches out his hand to me.
"Shut your cake- hole man, what the fuck kind of joke is this?", I say and slap his hand away from me, "You've been following me around and fucking shit up for me and yes don't think I don't see you creeping around and now you want me to come with you somewhere, who the hell do you think I am?".

"Penelope Walters", he says seriously, "Do you want to save the world?".

He reaches out his hand again.

I stand for a while and think about his request.

This is fucking mental.
"Do y...", he starts but I stop him with my hand against his blabbering gob, I need to think this through.
He tries several more times but I stop him every time.
"He's here", he sighs and takes a gun out of his coat and shoots someone outside of the room.
Jesus Christ he has a gun.
"Why the hell did you shoot them for?".
"Calm down, it's just a time- field gun".

"A what?".
"T I M E F I E L D G U N".
"I'm sorry what is this?".

"Reality".
This guy is nuts.
"Where are you planning to take me?".

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