"So, Samantha, I have a few things to ask you," I began. We were sitting around the table in the living room, and I had just finished my meal. She was still working on the pancakes, but she seemed to like them.

She looked up warily, as if she could anticipate that my questions would not be easy.

I took a deep breath, and asked the first, most pressing question on my mind.

"Do you know ... how you got here? Or where you are from?"

"I am from Germany by birth," Samantha replied, "and I'm not entirely sure of how I got here."

I considered telling her that she was from a videogame, but I decided against it. I asked another question instead.

"Then, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you? You seem young, but I can't tell your exact age."

Samantha seemed to think about this, before she finally said that she was fourteen.

"You seemed to hesitate when you said that," I remarked.

She dismissed my question and asked how old I was. I told her that I was twenty-three, to which she said "You look older than that, but I believe you."

"I suppose I shall take that as a compliment," I said.

She giggled as I thought about her. Where would she be in the Call of Duty storyline at fourteen years of age?

My eyes went wide as it came to me. "Does that mean that Richtofen already…?!" I trailed off, realizing my mistake. Samantha, who was laughing just moments before, glared at me with an expression of both anger and surprise.

"Where do you know that name from?" she asked, her voice dripping with a controlled yet evident rage.

"Uh, it's a long story, and you probably wouldn't understand-"

I was cut off by a fork being thrown just past my ear.

"Tell. Me. Now!" Samantha demanded.

"Well… you are a fictional character, one that shouldn't exist in real life, and I played the video game you are from!" I said quickly, not wanting to risk a sharper utensil hitting me.

Samantha was twirling the knife as I said that, obviously trying to scare me.

"While that is new information, that doesn't exactly answer my question," she said.

"Richtofen was a playable character in the game and he traded bodies with you, which begs the question-"

"No," Samantha said abruptly. "I'm not that slimy lunatic. If I was, I would have killed you already. Or worse."

"Thank you for not doing that," I said. I noticed that she seemed to have calmed down, but I still kept my guard up.

"Show me this game I'm from," Samantha said.

"Um, okay. Sure. Just, ah, follow me." I was stumbling on my words because I wasn't sure if showing her Call of Duty was a good idea or not.

I lead her up the stairs to my game room, keeping an eye on her hand that was still clutching the knife.

I soon had powered up the Xbox and loaded Black Ops III.

"Well, if anything I'll be able to show her my skills," I thought. "Maybe she'll have some mercy for that."