So it's like different dimensions or universes or something wacky like that. Still weird, especially thinking about fictional characters being real. Way weird. So, like, I could be fiction? This place just tipped more toward the suck side of the scale.
Damn, um, yeah if it will do nothing then I'm screwed. Safety needed, por favor.
I'm hanging out outside of a Chase bank that's got a coffee shop next door on [street name].