Everything feels real here, the neon lights, the smell of cheap burgers, and the people. All of it, its too real. I find myself sitting at a lonely bar, the stools nearest me sit empty, the closest person sitting about five away, and nursing the same drink he's had for about an hour now. And I sit as I always do on a Saturday night, waiting for someone I will never meet again to walk in the door, and sit down next to me, so we can have the same conversation just like always. This time, as I look to the clock to see that as always it says ten thirty-six, and as I hear the door open, I am ripped away from this reality, and brought back to my two bedroom apartment. As I catch my headset before it hits the ground, I catch a glimpse of her, the girl in the red hoodie.