Prose Laboratories (V. 1, Pt. 8)

The bright sun shines through the window, waking me up. I ait up in the bed, yawning and stretching. Looking around, expecting to see my cramped room, I was taken aback for a moment, seeing how large the room I am in is.

Then it hits me.

There's a good chance I will never have a normal life again. I will never be able to walk out on the streets unnoticed, people know who I am, just not my name. I would be bombarded by questions if I dare to step on the sidewalk. I now know the Quartet personally, and they know me. I've turned to be like OnyxCity, but more. I'm one of them now.

I slide out of the bed and open one of the doors on a wall. It opens to an empty closet. I open the door next to it, and it goes into a bathroom. I walk in and take off my clothes. I take a quick shower, dry off and put on the black jeans from yesterday and a green shirt 17 left with me. I walk into the hallway, and take two rights and down the stairs. Going into the kitchen, I see two people. One has long brown hair, is sorta tall (at least taller than me!), and the other is about my height. The one about my height runs their fingers through the front of their black hair, moving it out of their eyes.

"Uh, Mel? Firdaus? Is that you? What are you doing here? I haven't seen you guys in years!" I say to them, recognizing my old college roommates.

"Just?" Mel says, turning around to face me. "Uh crap, how are we going to explain this, Firdaus?"

"Well Just, let's just say after college, since Mel and I had the similar majors, we both became interns at this science laboratory, and we interned A for a while. We became good friends with A, and once they trusted us enough, they told us their secret. We've been helping the Quartet ever since," Firdus explains, making rapid hand motions.

"SalingerTwain filled us in on what's going on. He called us to help build this "Machine" he was going on and on about. Have you seen Allyson, TheLoneWriter, or Soulhearts?" Mel asks. "And Just, how in the world can you talk to these dragons flying around?"

"Probably because I created them." I walk towards the fridge to see if they have yogurt. They do, and I grab it, find a spoon, and eat. I look up at Mel and Firdaus staring at me with their mouths agape.

"You, you, you made these dragons?" Mel sputters. I guess SalingerTwain left out that part.

I shrug, "Well, not by myself, The Machine helped me. I just described them." They must not remember the famous Prose Laboratories, known for making fiction reality. I guess I really am the only one who remembers. I hear the pattering of feet on the wooden floor behind me and I turn around. YoungWriter comes bounding in.

"Just! Just! 17 asked me to find you. She mentioned something about clothes and your apartment. She's up in her room, rummaging through her closet," he tells me. "Oh, and Mel and Firdaus? SalingerTwain and the engineers are upstairs in the lab. They want you up there." I wave bye to those two and head up the stairs to 17. I open the black door, and her room was an explosion of blue. She is standing halfway in her closet, halfway out. Clothes are spread all over her floor, some folded, some strewn about haphazardly.

I call out, "Uh 17? YoungWriter said you want to see me?" She comes out of the closet and stares at me, and then at the floor.

"So I've started to go through my closet, see what might fit you, and what I don't wear. That way we can have you blend in. Is there any chance Firdaus and Mel go to your apartment and get your stuff?"

"I don't think that's going to happen, as they are helping SalingerTwain, and my apartment building was damaged by the dragon."

She nods her head vigorously, remembering when this started yesterday. "Okay then. I think a shopping trip needs to happen." She stands up, "Let me go check with SalingerTwain. Do whatever you want in the meantime."

"Okay, I'll be in my room," I say, walking out of her room. To the right, near the end of my hall, is my room. I walk over to the large window, and sit with my back against the wall, staring at the skyline. After a few minutes, I walk to look at the rest of the room.

In my closet, there's nothing, which is not a big surprise, but I put 17's jacket in there, so something is in there. A desk to the right of the closet has a laptop on it, and I start it up. The emblem of the Quartet pops up as the background, along with an empty account photo. Underneath the photo, it says create an account. I sit down and click on it.

Choosing one of the 8 or so standard icons, I continue to put in my information and my preferences. Once it is loaded, I navigate my way to find Google. I open up google drive with my account and create a new document.

I let my fingers flow to tell all that has happened so far.