The Real World

As I drove, I realized that I wasn't really heading in any particular direction. Mainly I was just seeing whether I was still in the game or not. And after an hour or so of driving around, it seemed clear to me that this really *was* the real world and not the game. When I didn't know where else to go, I decided to go back the Leslie's apartment. It seemed like a good idea, until I entered Leslie's living room. Someone was waiting for me on her sofa. And he didn't look very friendly.