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Anyway, the next day, I am completely recovered from whatever it is I "had."

I take the subway to work every day. It's a lot more convenient for me. The station is always bustling with the strangest characters, but if you go there as often as I do, you'll get used to it. There's little that surprises me anymore. Especially since Loki took over the Comic-con and Captain America ate cereal in my kitchen.

I'm familiar with a good number of people who are simply always at the station. You call it loitering. I also call it loitering. They call it staying comfortable in one place while strangers randomly offer them money. Nice people, though. They probably know more about me than I know about myself. I settle in next to Dorcas a friendly (for just seriously lack of a better term) loiterer.

"Ooh, Abby. Where were you yesterday? We wanted to hear about the Comic-con."

Another elderly loiterer named Simon leans in and speaks up. "Don't you know anything, woman? That silly Asjaramin attacked."

"Oh, I know that, Simon. Hush up. I want to hear it from her."

"We know all we need to. Fogi attacked and left no one breathing."

Alfred, an aged African American, starts to talk. "Well that's clearly not true, because she's sitting right there. Pay up." Simon growls a bit but picks up two quarters from the hat in front of him and hands them to Alfred.

Dorcas flaps her frail hands to silence them. "So, tell us, how'd it go?"

"No one breathing!" Simon halfway shouts.

I smirk. "Then I wonder where they get the stories from." I begin my tale. I leave out the unnecessary details as my train is almost due, but I manage to get in the whole story from Loki's attack to Iron Man's invasion.

Soon enough, my train arrives and I board leaving them each with five bucks.

Work is boring, boring, boring, boring, and more boring as usual. Time to go home. I get home. I eat. I sleep. You get the picture. My whole life has been: boring. The only thing that made it remotely interesting was the Comic-Con and now I might be too scared to go back. Thanks a lot, Fogi of Asjaram! I will admit that I had to work hard to contain my laughter at that.

The next morning starts off as any other. I go to the station and buy my ticket, but not long after that, I find a filthy hand pressed over my mouth. Before I can even make a useless attempt at screaming, the thug drags me into an alley and holds a switchblade close to my gut.

"Give me your wallet!" he demands. I find myself in yet another life-threatening situation. There is no way I am acting stupid this time.

"Okay, l-let me just…" I slip my purse off of my shoulder and dig around with frantic hands. I know I put it in there. Where could it…

After letting off a string of curses, the thug again exclaims, "Give me your wallet!"

A sharp intake of breath from the thief causes me to delay my journey for the missing wallet and look up. He's been stabbed from behind by heaven knows what. Who is his murderer? Loki, who else?

"Where… How… What are you doing here?"

"Well, I believe I just saved your life. Again."

I roll my eyes. "I had it sorted."

"Yes, I can tell by the way you were trembling."

I huff and look down to the body slowly leaking blood at my feet. "Oh my soul. He's dead! You killed him!" I exclaim as I step away.

"Where you would you be if I hadn't? Either dead or penniless. I'm going to guess it would be the former, but neither prospect is very pleasant."

"Wait. Just wait. Hold on. How did you know I was in trouble?"

"Well, I heard your call for help and…"

"I didn't call for help."

He looks embarrassed and just really sheepish. I gasp as I realize that, "You've been stalking me!"

"What? No! What a ridiculous…"

"It wasn't a question. How long has this been going on?"

Loki stares down at me blankly. "Three days."

"Three days? Okay," I take a deep slow breath. "Wow, um…" I consider snatching my phone out of my purse to call the cops but decide against it.

He steps in closer and smiles like a hunter closing in on his prey. "Are you frightened, Abby?"

"No."

He chuckles menacingly.

What am I doing standing around? The only thing to do is run before this psycho kills me too. I try to dash down the alley, but before I can, he grabs my arm.

"Not so fast. The way I see it, I just saved your life. So now, I believe you owe me a life debt."

I stare at him in disbelief. "What?"

He smiles evilly. "You owe me your life. Can I make it any clearer?"

I look all about me, I don't know what for. Maybe I'm searching for a lawyer to butt in and tell him he's wrong. "But…"

He holds a finger to his lips. "Ah. Ah. Hush. Now, did I save your life: yes or no?"

"Yes."

"So, do you owe me your life: yes or no?"

"Yes," I grumble.

"So, now you are going to follow me instead of the opposite."

Next time, we'll see how Abby adjusts to this recent development. Give me your thoughts! Let me know what should happen next! Keep rolling to chapter three! I'll have chapter 4 out sooner than you think!

Easter Egg: "Then I wonder where the stories come from." Pirates of the Carribean

Easter Egg 2: "I had it sorted." - Peter Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian)