She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her eyes were burning steel that analyzed every part of my being at once. Her curly blond hair was coming loose from her fishtail braid as she whipped her head around to face me. I felt sudden pain in my chest, and I cried out as I realized I was dying. Everything was in slow motion as I fell to the floor. My vision was blurring, but the pain was gone just as suddenly as it came. She was there. Who was she again? Her name…

I woke up, sitting straight up in my bed. The walls around me slowly evaporated their dark color. One wall was a window now, offering a stunning view of downtown Nork. Cars flew by my 413th floor window. I pulled back my covers and stepped onto the warm floor of my pristine apartment. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking violently and an instantaneous picture of the girl flashed in my mind. I clenched my hands and shook my head.

"Just a dream," I muttered. I took a shaky breath and calmed myself before speaking.

"Ann," I instructed the computer, "What's my schedule today?" The walls to my left and right swirled into view, arranging themselves into something different.

"You have a meeting with the Doctor at noon," her voice answered, echoing around my small apartment, "After that, you are alone." I rolled my eyes, "Cheerful this morning aren't you," and with a wave of my hand she shut down. I walked to the right wall and traced a tall rectangle into it, a door appeared. I tried walking through but was awarded with smack in this face as I realized I hadn't drawn a doorknob, rubbing my nose I said, "You're an idiot."

After drawing it, I walked through. Lights illuminated my closet. I sighed as I surveyed the racks upon racks of clothes.

"Note to self, tell mom I don't need any more clothes."

"Message saved," a cheerful voice answered, "Would you like me to send it to anyone?"

"No!" I yelled, "Damn computer-,"

"Having trouble?" Another, more welcome voice sounded from my bedroom. I poked my head out and laughed, "Hey man! What're you doing here?" Grover laughed from my bed. He was my childhood best friend. He was dressed in a snazzy chrome suit with an emerald green tie. He always dressed well, I paled in comparison to his fashion sense, but that isn't a bad thing some days.

He knew me, probably better than I know myself, and vice versa. He scratched his curly hair and shrugged, "Bored I guess. What have you got planned today? I was thinkin' head down to the bar, I hear they just ordered new waitresses," He taunted, standing up and doing the moonwalk across my floor, "They have all the new upgrades," He wiggled his eyebrows, "and I mean up-grades." I laughed and shook my head, "Nah, I've gotta meet the Doctor later. You can come if you like?"

"I don't know," He said walking to the window, "That guys a little-," He made the universal "crazy" gesture with his hand.

"Shut up, he's a little weird but he's a genius. Plus he wanted to see me. Something about cross- dimensional anomalies- or was it pan-timeline kinks? Out of order spacey wacey?-,"

"Now you're just making this stuff up."

"I'm not! He's…odd. I can barely keep up with half the things he says. Have you seen his shi-," Grover put a hand up, "Don't mention that thing, last time I saw the inside, I passed out for two hours. Couldn't eat for a day, and I love eating!" I rolled my eyes and headed back in the closet before the door timed out on its motion detector. Grover could eat anything and never gain any weight whatsoever. It was downright infuriating.

To the immediate right of the door was a separate rack of clothes from the rest. They were noticeably worn and all a shade of blue, black, or white. This was my favorites section. I really should branch out, I thought, as I picked up my worn-down jeans. I slid them on, and they conformed perfectly. Nah, maybe some other time. I slipped my favorite blue t-shirt and pulled my shoes, vintage Converse that I found in an antique shop in Maine of all places, and my jacket on. The leather of my jacket was peeling in some places I had worn it so much. I wasn't ready to let go.

"You ready yet?" Grover was yelling just as I stepped out of the closet, I yelled back, "You done screaming?" He rolled his eyes and continued to check himself out. He had changed opacity of my window to reflect. In other words, a mirror. I raised an eyebrow.

"What? Its takes a little touch to make this work, gotta make sure the ties perfect!"

"Let's go," I said grabbing his arm.

"You're wearing that again?..." His voice trailed as I drug him out of my apartment.