Hello, there, now you may be wondering who I am, well that would be telling wouldn't it, although, I will tell you that I'm from a future point in this story that you are about to read, and I must say that it's beginning is quite amusing, at least to me. Well let's get on with this tale, as I am quiet anxious to get to the part in this story where I can start meddling in the lives of the people this story concerns, although, I may just have to meddle a little before long...

In the vast expanse of space in a small quadrant known locally as 'the solar system' hangs a blue and green planet known by its inhabitants as 'Earth' and by the rest of the universe as 'sol 3' as it is the third planet from that system's sun.
In this story we focus on one inhabitant of this planet, specifically from one tiny little Island, which is the home of one of the most powerful countries the planet consists of, this Island is the United Kingdom or Great Britain, which consists of four small countries, Scotland, England, Ireland and Wales and for now we focus on England specifically; in fact, we focus on one city in particular and that city is London, now you may be wondering what is so special about London, well the answer is nothing really, in the grand scheme of things, apart from the fact that this is where our story begins, in a small, two bedroom flat, in the Powell Estate, more specifically no. 48 Bucknall house, the home of the Earth inhabitant our story concerns.
On the day our story begins an alarm clock read 7:29am, it changed to 7:30am and began beeping to rouse the room's occupant from their slumber, a small feminine hand shot out from under the pink covers and smacked the alarm to tur it off. She threw off her covers as she sat up, her long blonde hair fluffed over her face, she pushed her hair off her face and got out of bed. She got ready fo the day and headed to the kitchen of the small flat she shared with her mother, she grabbed a quick breakfast and cup of tea, she then picked up her hag and kissed her mother's cheek as she left the flat. She then ran down the stairs of the block of flats where her home was.
She caught the bus and headed into London. In a London high street, she jumped off the bus and headed into Henrick's Department Store. Her day is spent carrying clothes from the fitting rooms back to the shop floor.
In her lunch hour, she met up with her boyfriend, a young looking coloured man with short black hair, dark eyes and a cheeky kind of expression constantly on his face. They had lunch next to a water fountain; they sat on the brick edge as they ate and had a laugh, whilst teasing one another and the boyfriend stole kisses. When their lunch hours were over they got up to leave.
"Bye!" she shouted
At the end of her shift a voice called over the loud speaker. "This is a customer announcement: the store will be closing in five minutes. Thank you." She sighed in relief, she stopped what she was doing, headed to collect her bag and headed to the door, where she was stopped by a security guard as he handed her a package. "Oi!" he shouted.
She took the package from him, although she looked less than happy about it, she headed back towards the lift and pressed the down button. She waited impatiently for it to arrive and entered, then pressed the button marked 'B' for basement and stood in the centre as the lift descended to the basement. When it stopped, she exited and found herself in the basement, which was badly lit and cold looking with pipes showing overhead and concrete walls exposed. It also smelled kind of musty as though dampness was seeping through from somewhere. She appeared to be looking for someone.
"Wilson?" she called as she walked further down the corridor "Wilson, I've got the lottery money. Wilson?" she found herself in front of a blue door with a sign that read 'HP Wilson C E O' "You there? Look, I can't hang about 'cause they're closing the shop." She continued as she knocked on the door "Wilson." She looked around "Uhh, come on!" she said under her breath.
A sudden noise caught her attention further along the corridor and her head immediately snapped in the direction that it came from "Hello? Hello, Wilson, it's Rose." She called "Hello? Wil- Wilson?" The girl, whom we have just discovered was called Rose stopped outside a fire door for a moment, before she decided to open it, she stepped inside and found herself in a room that looked as though it was used for storing shop dummies. She turned the light on and walked further into the room. "Wilson? Wilson?" she tried another door at the side, at that moment the fire door she entered through closed abruptly. In shock, she ran back to the door and shook the handles, but the door would not open. There was a strange noise behind her "Is that someone mucking about?" Rose called as she moved back into the room "Who is it?".
Behind her back, a shop dummy slowly turned its head of its own accord, Rose heard the nice behind her and turned around just in time to see it step out of the alcove it had been standing in and towards her. She backed away slowly "Heh… you got me, very funny." She said to the dummy that was dressed in a black shirt and jeans, but the dummy did not reply and did not stop advancing on her. Two more joined it.
"Right, I've got the joke!" Rose said, thinking this was some kind of prank "Who's idea was this? Was it Derek's?" The dummies continued to advance on her, another came from behind. "Derek, is this you?" All of the dummies were moving now and Rose backed away, as she did so, she tripped over a box. She pulled herself back up quickly and backed against the wall behind her. The first dummy lifted its arm above its head as it prepared to strike her, she screwed her face up, ready for the blow, when a hand grabbed hers.

Well, I must say, this Rose got herself in trouble quickly didn't she...