Kameron picked up the remote and clicked a button on the top right, syncing all the televisions together, so that they formed a sort of makeshift big-screen.

"Hmm, impressive. When'd you set that up?" Gloria asked as she watched a larger-than-life "Snookie" dance around on a re-run of Jersey Shore.

"Oh, a month ago I think. I get bored around here…It really wasn't that difficult, I could show you how, you just have to run the cable through the computer and then program each television monitor to pick up a certain range of the data and then simply re-wire the…What?"

Gloria was laughing, "Hehehe, sorry Kam! I just find it funny when you ramble. What, did you expect me to understand all this or somethin'?"

Kam blushed, She called me funny… "Oh, I...I'm sorry. I just forget you're technology impaired…"

"Hey, I'm not 'technology impaired'! I just don't have a USB cable sprouting out my ass or the ability to speak JavaScript!"

Kameron couldn't help but laughing at the mental image of such a person.

They spent the next thirty minutes watching an episode of Jersey Shore, wondering how such a show got put on the air in the first place.

"Dude…What's the deal with that Snookie chick's hair?" Kameron asked, as the end credits rolled, "And is she even Italian…?"

Gloria giggled, "I dunno! Go Wikipedia it!"

"Oh, good idea! Be right back!" Kameron scrambled up and off to the computer room.

"I was just kidding!" Gloria called out as he disappeared into the back.

"Too late!" He called back. The T.V. instantly turned to static, causing Gloria to jump and emit a high pitched squeal. Kameron laughed and called back, "Sorry can't run the cable and the computer at the same time!"

"Ugh…" Gloria found the remote and turned off the televisions. "You'd think Einstein here would have upgraded from dial-up…." she muttered to herself.

She flopped onto the sofa and closed her eyes, quite forgetting about the boy right beside her.

"Wh…What the hell…?", a groggy voice whispered.

Gloria's eyes popped open. Beside her, Christian had sat up. His palms were pressed to his eyes, rubbing away sleep-grit.

Gloria hopped off the bed, lightning fast. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking at him with her head cocked to the side, waiting for him to say something else.

Christian took his hands from off his face and used them to prop himself up on the bed more comfortably. He opened his eyes and looked wildly around the room in confusion and astonishment.

He narrowed them to slits when he saw Gloria. "You! You were in the alley! Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I?"

"Well, good morning to you too, Christy." Gloria said sarcastically.

"I don't want your fucking 'good morning'! I want to know what the hell's going on!"

"Chill out there!" Gloria said, "You've got quite a vocabulary for a Pill-taker."

Christian glared at her, "I'm no Pill-taker."

"Well, you sure aren't an Undergrounder…"Gloria said, tilting her head to the other side," So, who are you?"

"Who are you?" Christian screamed.

Kam appeared in the doorway, "Everything alright in there?"

"Who's he?"

"Kam, let's not overwhelm the kid…"Gloria sighed.

"Yeah, alright. Here…" He tossed Gloria a pill, "Just in case the kid pulls anything funny, that should immobilize him for about half an hour."

"Hey!" Christian yelled.

Gloria ignored him, "Is that all, Kam?"

"Yep…Oh! And I looked up Snookie… She's actually Chilean!"

"Huh…Who woulda guessed? Anyways, I'm kinda busy with the pup here. He's still confused and whatnot, gimme a sec, 'kay?"

"Oh, yeah sure. I'll be in the computer room." Kameron walked out and left Gloria to attend to Christian.

He was sitting on the bed still, making no attempt to escape.

Gloria turned to face him;

"Okay, well then! As I said earlier, good morning! Welcome to Kameron's house, and possibly the most important day of your meaningless life. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Although, keeping the explicatives to a minimum would be greatly appreciated, as our staff is oh-so-sensitive. We do not recommend attempting to stand, or moving suddenly, as the sedatives may not have worn off completely. This is for your protection, because we would be oh-so-terribly-sad if you should fall. You may feel slight nausea and/or headaches, this is normal and we apologize for the inconvenience…"

Gloria recited the spiel as though she were a flight attendant, although through the peppy way she was talking, it was obvious that she was dripping with sarcasm.

Christian looked at her, eyes wide and mouth agape, "Sedatives?"

"Well yes, how else did you suppose we got you here?" Gloria answered nonchalantly.

Christian was silent, past his initial cussing fit, he was now beyond words. As usual, his panicking mind swam with thoughts; Sedatives? They…What did she do? How did she get me sedatives? All I did was...What did I do? Okay…ran into her in the alley, told her my name…then I woke up here…. Is she just pissed I knocked her over? That's ridiculous…And why take me here anyway? Where…where IS here?

"Where am I?"