It seemed almost an eternity had passed when I woke up. But it wasn't the usual smells and sounds of a broken city that that usually wakes me up on a daily basis; it was the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times but froze almost instantly at the sight that sat in front of me. A Reaper Conduit sat not a few feet away from me, leaning up against the wall facing me, and reading some sort of book. Every now and then, he would look down at the bubbling pot of fresh brewed coffee, and the sizzling strips of bacon. And when I mean that he "looked down" I really mean it. This Conduit, white jacket and all had a totally normal face. If he hadn't had the jacket on, and a Sub Machine gun next to him, I would have thought that he was just another bum. I had no idea what to do, so I just laid there with my eyes half shut. "I know you're awake. How do you take your coffee?" the Conduit said, not even taking his eyes from his book. Great. So I gave up being sneaky, and slowly sat up, however I instantly suffered for that choice. My bones felt like they had been taken out and beaten up and my muscles felt just as bad, if not worse. I groaned with the pain, trying not to look like a weakling to my new guest. "So, I'm guessing that some sort of introductions is in order?" I asked, grabbing one of the two cups that sat next to the coffee percolator. I gave it a quick look to make sure it was clean, then poured a large, steaming cup of coffee; poured in tons of sugar and cream, and then took a sip, letting the warm coffee ease the aching of my bones. "My name is James, and I'm here to help you. Or at least your mothers wants me to help you by sending me." He said and set down his book.