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Steve stepped from the steamy shower, wrapping a fluffy red towel around himself and drying his hair. Wiping the mirror, he thought about last night. How Sophia had let him sleep on the couch, and showed him this shower device thirty minutes ago. Sophia examined his stomach, and realized that Steve had not been hit nearly as hard as they thought, miraculously. That night, Steve also recovered from his small wave of amnesia, remembering the name Herobrine told him. Sophia. Was the girl he spoke of the same Sophia that was caring for Steve right now? Maybe not. . .but it was still possible. Herobrine never told Steve what to do after he found Sophia. Would he have to contact him somehow? Steve didn't know, but all he felt like right now was getting out of this strange white room. He lazily threw on his normal T-shirt and shorts, switching off the light and traveling down the marble staircase. From what he saw of the house, Sophia was rich. Very. There were two different kitchens, three bathrooms, an office, a large balcony, and two rooms called living rooms that showed a slight resemblance to The Hub.

Sophia was waiting downstairs, setting breakfast on the polished dining table. She had said that he can stay for breakfast before returning to his own house. What was Steve going to say about that? The people in this bizarre realm don't know about Minecraftia or the Nether. 'Oh hey, well I come from this other dimension, so I don't really have a house here.' Steve guessed he would just have to wait and see.

"Hey" Sophia said perkily, sitting in front of a plate of waffles and pancakes. Steve joined her at the opposite end, diving into these new flavors. The criss-crossed looking foods tasted a bit like bread, but tasted better in the strange sauce that it was laid in. Steve cleared his plate anyways. He found that his hunger was displayed not by a bar, but through a strange feeling in his stomach. It was unpleasant.

"So Steve, what part of town do you live in?" Sophia questioned, attempting small talk.

"I, uh…well, close to here. Uhm, I live very nearby in fact."

"That's . . .good" said Sophia awkwardly, sipping from a glass. She ate the rest of her food in silence, taking both plates to the kitchen. "Well, I suppose it's time for you to head back home. Don't run in front of any cars, okay?"

"Okay" said Steve, obviously lacking humor. He left the house with a "bye" and started walking. He made sure to stay out of the road while he organized his thoughts. He would have to get a house somehow, But he didn't quite figure out how to make one yet. In the meantime, he would have to find a pre-built one. Did mobs come out at night? Steve didn't know, but he didn't want to risk it. In this dimension were you allowed to just step into someone's home, and sleep there? Hopefully, because that's what he planned to do.

It was eight hours later. Steve was simply wandering neighborhoods when he noticed the sinking sun. It was now or never. Steve ran down a street until he saw an appealing house. It wasn't as big as Sophia's, but it was still a decent-sized pastel yellow home. Steve ran around the house, a small heater catching his eye. He climbed onto it, seeing a window ledge protruding from the wall four feet above him. Just like in Minecraftia, Steve found that he could jump half his height, and found himself perched on the ledge. He noiselessly slid open the window and dropped onto a fluffy carpet. He found himself in a sickeningly pink room, where a sixteen-year-old girl was doing her hair in front of a mirror. She couldn't hear Steve approaching over the blaring Katy Perry. That is, until he tapped on her shoulder.