Chapter 2

"Great. Ok, so there's no time like the present to get you started" Bretski began enthusiastically.

Tyana nodded, tearing herself away from the mirror for the final time and picking up the communicator. She smiled proudly,

"What's my first assignment then chief?"

"To observe the world you now live in" Bret stated simply, grinning widely.

"Huh?"

"Ty if you want to be a successful member of this mission you're going to have to achieve something and there's no way you can achieve if you don't fit in."

"Ok, I get it. So what, I'm just observing? Travelling the tubes?" she pushed some hair out of her eyes and began towards the door.

"Ty, in this world the tube means the train ok? You'll be walking the streets of N.Y.C"

"What?" she exited the room and went to walk down the hall.

"Ty, the door!" Bret shouted up at her.

"What about it?" she queried, turning back to it with an expression flooded with puzzlement.

"You have to lock it. It's not automatic!"

"Damn, this is gonna be harder than I thought. Do these people know how primitive they are?" she questioned her mission head as she reached into her pocket with hopes that that was where the 'key', which she was certain these people called the object which locked and unlocked things, could be found. She yelped in triumph when she pulled out a small card but then her smile faded,

"Is this it?"

Bret sighed in exasperation realising he'd be the one to correct all her naive wrongs, "Yes, now put it through that slot there"

Tyana did as she was told and then smiled proudly at her accomplishment when the door refused to budge for her to enter.

"Look you can't walk about New York holding the communicator 'cause you'll end up blowing your cover or getting robbed so in a minute you'll have to put it away"

"Robbed? Oh Bret puh-lease, you know no one can take me on and win"

He rolled his eyes, "Either way you can't carry it around so until I beep you or you beep me it's goodbye"

"Oh, ok, sure, I can do this" she told him, the words serving more as reassurance to her than her leader.

"Sure. Keep safe Tyana"

"Bye" the man on the screen faded away and Tyana packed the miniature communicator away into her bag pack. She turned away from the door so that she faced the wall opposite her and exhaled deeply.

"All you need to do is observe—easy stuff, Ty. Just as long as you don't get lost!" she muttered in self-motivation. Exhaling again with her shoulders falling also she relaxed and hoped she could fit into her new reality. Not that she really had a choice. It was fit in or, well, she didn't want to think of the consequences.

Tyana started off down the hallway hoping it would lead her to an exit and soon she found herself outside two sets of double gold doors with two small flashing lights over each and another single door with the word 'stairs' written over its frame. Choosing the more familiar hi-tech looking doors Tyana stepped up to one of the two sets and with a guess pressed the undersized button on the wall that was mounted in gold. She waited for some sort of instant response but nothing seemed to come. Confused she pressed it again. Once again nothing happened.

"Frailing work" she ordered as she began to repeatedly hit the button.

It screamed back at her with a set of flashes and seconds later one of the doors tinged and opened. Tyana smiled her proudest ever smile and hopped into the large room-like 'thing' that in her day and age would have been called a translifter if it were only more advanced. Once inside she glanced at the lit up control panel wondering what to do next. She noticed a button that had 'ground floor' written next to it and assumed that was the one she was looking for. She reached for it but a second before her finger applied the pressure a voice split the air in two,

"Hey, hold the doors!"

Panicking Tyana punched at the first promising button she could see to find it was the 'hold the doors' button. Once again with a childish air of accomplishment she peeped her head round the doors to see a far too memorable looking human rushing towards her tugging a rather tired looking red head behind him.

"Aimz get your damn butt in the elevator" he commanded irritated as he pushed her towards the lift.

Another thing learnt. Mental note: primitive translifter thingy is called an elevator! Bret's gonna be so happy!

"Thanks" he said gratified when he finally dragged the flame haired woman into the lift.

Tyana nodded, "No problem"

The girl that was now beginning to look familiar to Tyana also, slumped drowsily up in the corner of the lift and began muttering when the recognisable male reached past Tyana and pushed the 'ground floor' button. He smiled politely and ignored the mumbles of, "'Don't worry Aimz, go with Jeff, he'll get you to the WWF New York in time'…dumb ass can't read a clock…dragging me outta bed too early…" and so on that came from whom Tyana was beginning to realise was his friend and co-worker.

Tyana stared blankly at the man she now knew simply had to be the Jeff Hardy that half of the world from her original dimension had fallen in love with and when he stared questionably back at her she couldn't help the sheepish smile that curved her lips irresistibly. Amy continued to chatter bitterly in the corner, unaware of the silent exchange between the two technical strangers that were smiling sweetly at one another. Unable to keep eye contact with the man that essentially had convinced her unknowingly to seek a place on a mission to get his freedom Tyana broke the gaze they shared and looked down to her feet that she shuffled nervously on the floor.

Jeff emitted a short and barely audible laugh that reminded Tyana of her baby cousin's chuckle when he found something amusing. Just as the lift came to rest on the final stop Amy finally realised her friend's preoccupation with the gorgeous woman that they shared an elevator with and raised an eyebrow curiously. The doors slid open and with a silky stride the turquoise haired female sauntered off, folding her arms as she went. Amy laughed quietly as Jeff stared after her, the strange tingly air the woman left enveloping him completely.

"Come on Romeo, if you're gonna wake me up before need be then I'm getting some site seeing done" Amy demanded as she dragged the red and blue haired 24 year old into the lobby. She caught the final glimpse of the woman disappearing out the exit doors and smiled in amusement, "And by sight seeing Jeffery Nero I do not mean cute chicks with cool hair! Now come on!"