A/N: I'm having too much fun with these titles. Anyways, proceed...

Sam's POV

Hanging out with Quorra in this world was really great. On the Grid, we were both so worked up, afraid Clu would trap us on the Grid while he and his army paraded around in my world. It was different now. There was virtually no threat, unless you counted occasionally getting a bit wet from a wave that splashed up higher than the others.

Quorra slapped her hands on her stomach, "Sam?!"

"Yeah?" I asked. My smile faded a bit when I looked over to find her pale white, as if she'd just seen a ghost. "Quorra, you alright?"

"Um…I think my stomach just vibrated," she replied, still worried. "Yes, it feels like it's shaking again and it doesn't feel good. It's making this really weird sound too."

"You're just hungry Quorra. Happens when you don't eat for a while," I laughed. She's so cute, even when she's worried. She looks like the perfect woman, but she has the mindset of a childhood sometimes. How is that even possible? I'm not totally sure, but she sure pulls it off. "We ate on the Grid in the safe house. Haven't you ever gotten hungry when you didn't eat anything?"

"Well, yes and no. On the Grid, we usually have tiny tubes of energy that we can take in. I guess you could call them energy drinks," she answered, chuckling at her own little joke. "If programs don't have these 'energy drinks', they become exhausted and their power supply drains. The food was saved for special occasions and because we had the energy drinks, the food we ate was not really necessary. Although, your father felt that eating food that you were used to was better than drinking beverages that we were used to. It's really complicated, but do you know what I mean?"

"Uh…yeah. The food isn't necessary and you have energy drinks. We actually have energy drinks here too, but keep in mind, they're not that good for you and you still need to eat actual food," I answered, my stomach beginning to growl too. "I guess all this talk about food is making me hungry. Why don't we go out to eat? I'll show you what fast food is. Then we can go back to my place and relax."

Quorra almost immediately jumped up, her grin practically reaching both ends of her face and her teeth glistening a brilliant white, "I've heard of this 'fast food' before. Flynn told me stories of these people, skillfully preparing a full meal in just a few minutes. He also said how much you loved this type of food."

If I laughed any harder than I was laughing now, I might've stopped breathing. This girl is absolutely hilarious and she doesn't try at all. Something about her childish personality just makes her so…appealing. "Come on, let's go," I said, getting up and heading over to the bike.

She followed me onto the bike, wrapping her arms around my waist. Yeah, she had a tight grip around me, but for some reason, I didn't really mind that much. I could still ride my motorcycle and that's all that really mattered. It didn't take me long to get back in the city since I have a habit for ignoring speed limits where there are no cops. I drove to a McDonald's that pretty close to my house. I didn't really feel like driving somewhere miles away when there's food so close. When I parked the bike, Quorra hopped off, staring at the small building.

"It's so nice. Can we go in Sam Flynn?" she asked, her eyes switching focus between me and the building.

I shrugged, "I don't see why not."

Before I could even finish my sentence, the girl was already rushing across the parking lot. I ran over to catch up, but she was already inside by the time I reached the door. "Excuse me," she said, trying to get the attention of the boy standing a little bit away from the window.

"One second lady," he said, holding his index finger up in the traditional 'one second' gesture. He wasn't actually doing anything, unless you count nothing as something. I just stood by the door to see how this would play out.

"Oh okay," Quorra said, looking at the clock to see the actual second pass by. "Um…what's good here?"

The boy smacked his palm to his face, beginning to turn around. "Lady, I said game a sec-" he shouted, stopping himself when he saw her. It's like he had a complete personality change because he managed to turn from a jerky teenage boy to a gentleman in three seconds flat. "What was that you said miss?"

"I'm sorry. You said to wait one second so I waited one second before responding again. I just asked what was good here," she answered shyly.

The boy chuckled, not actually realizing that she was being completely serious, "Well a lot of things are good here, but you seem to be the best."

I couldn't believe that this kid was being completely serious. He couldn't have been older than 17 and besides from age, he was scrawny and practically sickly white. Like he had a chance with a girl like her…

"Oh…um…thank you?" Quorra said, completely puzzled.

For some reason, I thought enough was enough. I walked over besides Quorra and looked down at the kid, "We'll just have a large thing of fries, three cheeseburgers, and two small caramel frappés. And we're gonna take that to go."

Again, Multiple Personality Boy switched moods from gentleman to disappointed adolescent, "That'll be $7.83…sir."

I handed him a ten dollar bill and dropped the change in a box for some foundation. I didn't actually see what foundation it was for, but I didn't really care. I led Quorra a bit to the side so we could wait for our food while the people behind us ordered. When he looked over, I hung my arm over her shoulder, pulling her the slightest bit closer. I grabbed the food when another worker brought it over and Quorra and I made our way out. "You know, that user was really nice once I gave him that one second," she whispered.

I handed her the drink and she gladly accepted it, "Have this first. It's harder to be on a motorcycle with a drink."

When she took her first sip, it's like her eyes brightened up, "It's really good. Flynn has told me what French fries and cheeseburgers look like so I'm assuming this is the frappé you spoke of earlier?"

"Yeah," I laughed, putting the food in a leather bag I had installed on the side of the bike. "I think if anything, this is my favorite thing to get. I find them kind of addicting. I'd drink them all day if I could."

Her whole body shook for a second then stopped, "It's so cold. It's really good, but cold."

"Just don't drink that too fast. You'll get a brain freeze," I warned her, my frappé already halfway gone.

She looked puzzled and took another sip, "Brain freeze. That's when your head hurts if you drink a cold beverage to fast?"

I nodded. I was actually lucky. I used to chew ice a lot as a kid and I think that's why I don't get brain freezes. We both leaned on the bike while we finished our drinks then I tossed them into a trash can nearby. I started up the engine and headed off and I wasn't absolutely sure, but I swear Quorra's grip got less tight.

Her reaction to my house was fantastic. Her jaw dropped when the door slide up and I walked the bike into the corner. I couldn't hold it against her though. It was still her first day. "Uh…welcome to my place. The couch is over there, TV's there too so you can just put whatever you want on and yeah…" I said, pointing to random places in my house. I pulled the food out of the bag and since the ride was short, the food was still hot. I sat down on the couch and she followed me, still smiling, "I'm not really sure what's on your TV, so just choose something you like and I'll watch it."

I nodded and turned the TV on, pulling all the food out. I placed the fries on the coffee table in front of us so we could share and I handed her a burger. I grabbed mine as well, unwrapping the paper it was held in, "Oh and by the way don't eat the paper. Doesn't taste good and it's probably not good for you either."

She nodded and she unwrapped her burger. Suddenly, it hit me. "Marvin!" I called out, whistling after. Soon after, I could hear tiny footsteps getting louder and louder and then high pitched barks were heard. Quorra looked around the room and Marvin jumped onto the couch, landing on her lap and nearly giving her a heart attack.

"So this is your dog? The rescue?" she said, her voice cracking a little bit. I probably should've warned her, but it didn't come to mind. Marv looked at her and then to me. "Have yourself a good time bud," I said tossing the third and final cheeseburger over to his dog bed. Marv barked again and jumped off of Quorra's lap to go eat. I don't know if this is Marvin's special talent or if some other dogs can do this, but Marv can unwrap a cheeseburger just as quick as I can. And that means either he's an awesome dog or I've fed him too many burgers.

"Yup, that's Marvin, the rescue. You can just call him Marv if you want."

"Oh okay," Quorra replied, taking her first bite out of her cheeseburger. "It's delicious. Users have such great food."

"Trust me, there's better food out there than what you're eating. I'll take you to some other places soon, I promise."

"Okay Sam Flynn."

I turned to the TV to see what was on. Luckily, it was on Doctor Who, and while I won't admit to being a nerd, this happened to be one of my favorite shows. Quorra seemed absolutely fascinated by it and I was glad that she enjoyed it too.

"What's this about? This user seems exceptional at what he does," she said, her eyes glued to the TV.

"Um…it's hard to explain. It's about this man, the Doctor, and he goes through time and space and helps people."

"A time traveler? So he goes through time and cures people? You said he was a doctor."

"Not exactly Quorra. That's just what people call him. This show, despite its name, has nothing to do with medicine."

"Wait," she said, baffled. "So why do people call him the Doctor? And what's his name? Flynn told me that if you address someone with Doctor, you should follow that with their name."

"Like I said, it's hard to explain," I answered, beginning to get a bit confused myself. It took me a second to process everything, but she looked like she wanted a full explanation of the show. "Okay, let's start this over in simplest terms. This man is the Doctor. Not Doctor something, just the Doctor. He's called the Doctor just because that's what he tells people to call him so that's what he's known by. That's blue box thing is his space ship and he calls it the TARDIS. That's what he travels through time with and even though it looks like a tiny blue box, it's massive inside. He got it because even though he looks human, he's an alien. So the Doctor travels around and helps people in need and saves different planets from aliens and monsters and stuff. He must've saved the Earth like a hundred times by now. So yeah…that's pretty much it."

Quorra nodded and I was surprised she actually got all of that, "This Doctor man seems quite heroic. I'd love to meet him one day."

"What? No, Quorra. The Doctor doesn't actually exist. He's a fictional character, like the people in your books. The man is just an actor. He plays the part of the Doctor so we can watch something interesting on TV," I explained. Geez, my father wasn't kidding when he said ISOs were profoundly naïve. "Didn't my father explain the TV while you were on the Grid? He'd been gone, but the TV had been around even before he disappeared."

"I think, but he said he didn't watch much TV and he liked watching documentaries. I just thought that this was one of them," the girl mumbled, embarrassed.

I felt bad that I kept making her upset. I got up and turned off the television, "How about we watch the sun set?"

Quorra, just as I expected, jumped up off of the couch in sheer joy. God, she was so predictable, but still there was that little something about her that kept me from getting irritated. "Actually, I'm gonna take a shower, but you can still go outside. Just press that button over there and you can walk out the back door," I said, pointing to the side of the door. She understood so I headed off to the bathroom.

I turned the water on the hottest it could go. It's been quite the day. Quorra…she's so different from everyone. Would it even be possible to adjust her to life here? I promised my father that I take her with me and we'd make a difference. I'm not letting him down. Maybe I'm just being impatient. Yeah, that's probably it. Tomorrow's a new day, a big day, and ENCOM will be waiting for me. Maybe I can just leave Quorra here and take her out shopping when I get back. She's gonna need some new…well new everything I suppose.

Before I knew it, my fingers were completely wrinkled, which meant that I'd been in the shower for quite a while. I guess I spaced out or something so I finished washing my hair. I slipped into a loose shirt and baggy sweatpants since I wasn't going out later. Plus, I wasn't really going to get dressed up just for Quorra. That would be ridiculous. Although for some reason, I did want to impress her. Suddenly I stopped in my tracks and the thought just hit me.

I have a crush on a computer program.

Sorry that this chapter is kind of crappy. I wanted to get a second chapter in by yesterday, but I couldn't really think of anything so I just kind of wrote this. Haha It's almost 5 in the morning I can't believe it. I should really stop writing so late. I also noticed that when I stay up late writing, I begin drawing obvious influence from the things around me. Like the random trip to McDonald's, which came from the frappé that I was drinking. And then there was Doctor Who because that's just what watching for the past 5 hours (because I may or may not find David Tennant incredibly attractive…) Uh…anyways, enjoy this chapter (even though I think it's terrible) and I'll be putting up a new (and most likely way better) chapter up soon. And let's forget about what I said about David Tennant. That never happened…