It can't be a dream. They don't let me dream. They don't let me sleep. If I was dreaming, Adrian would be
Hello, my name is Sydney.
Assuming what I've been told is true and that I really have been transported to small town Maine in another reality that is similar, but not the same as my own and I'm not in the middle of a very vivid hallucination, I have a very important question.
Where can I get a really good cup of coffee? Preferably a large one.