It was a mere cold day, or so I remember, there wasn’t any sun or even rain; just grey clouds. I was heading home after a mundane day’s work of scrolling through facebook and questioning the trending twitter hashtags while my higher ups thought I was actually doing some work. I picked some groceries, some milk and eggs mostly, but that was the day I remembered before... now. I don’t exactly know what happened, but somehow the pathetic fallacy of the day was turned around, the only answer I could say was don’t think about it.

  Now, here I am... in a field. Maybe in Scotland... oh, wait that’s the sun, never-mind.

  Believe me, I wish I could explain what was happening, but since I can’t I’m just standing here, expecting something to happen. I wouldn’t normally do this, but then again I don’t normally get teleported to a field.

  Am I dead or something? If that’s the case, Hell looks really tranquil, I sort of don’t think I belong here.

  “Hello?” I called out, figuring that someone might hear me. When there was no response I shrugged it off and simply began walking. I guess I took drugs, that’s my only conclusion. I’m not one to lucid dream and the only other option I can think of is something like LSD. I always knew I had it in me!

  Am I at my computer screen, is that why this is here? Am I really just deep in my imagination while staring at a computer screen and waiting for something to load?

  Oh, I think there’s been a mistake, my name’s not Jonathan. Did you perhaps confuse me for someone else?

  Seriously, you’re being too hard on yourself, just calm down. Just because you’ve messed one thing up, doesn’t mean you have to get all pissed at yourself. If you want, you can just send me back and bring Jonathan up here, everything will be sorted!

  Oh... so in other words I’m stuck here? Wow, that sucks. So, what was this meant to be? Some sort of journey for a great hero or something?

  Wow, that actually sounds quite cool. Are souls worth that much?

  Damn, if I wasn’t stuck here I might actually consider getting into the business. Actually, that’s not that important.

  Is there a particular reason why you’re screwed? Is it because the higher ups already know that I’m not Jonathan?

  Wait, wait... can’t you just pretend I’m Jonathan? I’m here and you have the system, so if we use it accordingly and change things now, can’t we fool them and I’ll take his place?

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  Is there a way for me to not sell my soul and to pretend to be Jonathan? There has to be some sort of gateway for this, right?

  That’s pretty thoughtful of you, but you don’t have to worry about me, if you help me out and if I don’t act like an idiot then I’m sure I’ll get somewhere. Make me an admin, that way we both at least have a chance of surviving this ordeal.

  Wow, there seems to be quite the balance here. Do I get more benefits for the skill as I level up? Or is it just a constant thing?

  Are there any level 1 enemies nearby? Or do I have to trek a lot?

  You seem to be quite open about helping a random person who could threaten your entire livelihood, then again if there’s anything odd here it’s how I’m just openly accepting this myself...

  No... I’m pretty sure I’m a normal commuter, I just thought that I shouldn’t think about all the worrisome things.

  I guess that’s one of the redeeming qualities that I have that I’m aware of, any others either don’t exist or are too specific to situations that I don’t know about them.