Travis woke up seated in an office chair, inside a cubicle. The computer was off, and it seemed like people were using this cubicle for storage. He looked around and didn’t recognize anything familiar. He looked at himself, realizing he didn’t even remember what he was wearing. A cheap pair of dress pants and a too-big-for-him pastel dress shirt. “Hm,” Travis said. “Alright...” He stood up at the exact moment that someone walked by. She stopped and looked at him quizzically.
“Can I help you?” she said.
“Um, I, I seem to have gotten disoriented, is all. I’ll just...um...can you, guide me to the exit?”
She nodded and started to walk through the cubicles. Travis followed, still trying to figure out where he was. “You sure you don’t need any medical assistance?”
Travis didn’t. He didn’t feel bad at all. He felt healthy, fit, not sore anywhere. Better than he’s felt in years, in fact. He just felt...confused. “No, I’m fine, just...um...” He didn’t have a response, really. He couldn’t think of any reason why he would be in this building.
He was guided to the elevators, and he figured he might as well get out of the building. He got to the bottom, stepped through the lobby and stepped outside, only to realize he had no idea what city he was even in.
“Um...huh.” He stood dumbfounded, unnoticed by the people streaming by. He tried to pick his mind for what he could possibly do next when he saw a man in a three-piece suit walk by, glance at him, do a double take, and step towards him.
“Hello,” the man said.
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