1.7

"so what you are saying is that maybe if we can go back to the places where we woke up here we maybe able to get out of this place."—her.

"to sum it up...yeah"—me.

"(sighs) Where is 'here' anyway?"—(looks at me)her.

"Do you always feel an urgency?"—me.

"What?"—her.

"Like if you have some un-finished business to take care of...and the longer we stay here the more late we are to finish that job."—me.

"I do feel like I have something to do all the time."—her.

"like if the job itself is waiting for us to wake up."—me.

I stretched my legs while sitting on the couch.

"I guess as long as we have that feeling we are still stuck here."—me.

"Where do we start?"—her.

"The place where you woke up. Tomorrow."—me.

"By the way just because we are working according to you, it does not mean that you are the boss."—her.

***

The next morning we were in front of a high school entrance. She said that she would not bear the embarrassment of telling me and taking me at the same time. Apparently she woke up in the teacher's room of this school and fled the very next day. Ever since then she has been living in that abandoned warehouse room.

I tried hard to stop the grin on my face which appeared because I was thinking that when I woke up as a billionaire she woke up in a high school as the history teacher or something.

"I will punch you in the face if you start laughing."—her.