1.10

"That is you isn't it"—her.

"yeah...that...is...me"—me.

I turned off the T.V. and placed my hands on my head. I was not sad that the world which I did not remember had killed me. I was worried that someone had something to do with this, and that if they knew that I was not dead it would create problems. By now one thing was clear that just like her, my life was just a background that I was given when I woke up here. Who ever put us in this situation was responsible for our being here. Things like this are warnings for a coming storm.

"what do we do now?"—her.

"nothing...we follow the plan...look for clues...find out the weird details."—me.

"Allright then, wheels down book-man."—her.

"wait are we taking your bike to the school?"—me.

"yeah why?"—her.

She grabbed her helmet and keys and started pulling some huge black boots on her legs.

"You don't think that is a little inappropriate?"—me.

She finished her boots and opened the sliding doors, "not really."—her.

She swung her leg around the bike with style and started the engine.

(Engine reviving)

She looked at me as if saying something, and I got what she was saying.

"OH...OH... no, I am not sitting behind you. If we are taking the bike then I am riding in the front."—me (scoffs).