Well hey, here we go again. I just wanna say thanks to Sparkles Chan for probably being the closest thing I have to a friend in this miserable old carcass of a life I have. Also to Basilisk for MSTing "The Cemetery" and also to House Elf for being supportive. I just got my first flame. Someone sent me an E-mail saying that I was my own biggest fan, that I had an over-inflated ego and that my work basically sucked. Apart from that, he seemed like a nice enough guy, though I would like to see some of his writing. Well, enough of my rabbling's, on with the story!

Chapter 2

For about half an hour, Thomas didn't move, he merely sat in front of his workstation, mulling over last night. He was about to declare the event a dream when a FedEx worker came into his cubicle. "Thomas Anderson?" Thomas was somewhat astonished, he hadn't ordered anything and there was no one who would send him anything. He signed the board and took the small package. "Ok, great, have a nice day." Thomas hadn't even heard him, he had unwrapped the package and, to his extreme surprise, it turned out to be a small orange box. On one side there was a hole that seemed to go on forever, while the other side had no trace of it, but if he was surprised, it was nothing compared to how surprised he was going to get. "Hello." Thomas reeled back, his ears had just thought they heard a voice from the box, but his common sense told him a different story. He slowly put the box to his mouth and said. "Uh, hi." The elder voice spoke again. "Hello Harry Potter, do you know who this is?" Thomas had heard his name maybe once or twice before, but there was no mistaking who it was. Leaning down, so that no one could hear him he whispered. "Dumbledore!" "Yes," he said, obviously happy to be recognised "I've been looking for you, Harry. I don't know if you're ready to see what I want to show you, but unfortunately you and I have run out of time. They're coming for you, Harry, and I don't know what they're going to do." This is the second time he heard that he was being followed, but this time maybe he would find who it is who's coming for him. "Who, who's coming for me?" "Stand up and see for yourself." Thomas' heart skipped a beat. "What, now?" "Yes, now. Do it slowly, the elevator." Thomas slowly stood, this time his heart went into a full frenzy. There, right in front of the elevator, were three men wearing long black robes, they were accompanied by police and Jennifer, the secretary, was pointing them straight to his cubicle!

"Shit!" he almost yelled, quickly ducking down. "Yes." Came Dumbledore's voice, in a slightly amused tone. "What the hell do they want from me?" "I don't know," Dumbledore returned to his serious tone. "But if you don't want to find out, I suggest you get out of there." "How?" "I can guide you but you must do exactly as I say." Thomas feverishly nodded, "Ok." "The cubicle across from you is empty." Thomas hesitated, "but what if they..." "Go, now!" Thomas basically leapt into the other cubicle, moments before one of the cloaked men started down the aisle. "Stay here for just a moment. When I tell you, go to the end of the row, to the office at the end of the hall, stay as low as you can." After a few moments, when Thomas was pretty sure the law enforcement had left the aisle, Dumbledore said. "Go, now." Hunching down as low as he could, Thomas ran down the aisle, he passed behind the back of a police officer. He was in such a state of shock that he didn't notice someone at a photocopier say "What the?" In a bemused tone. After he almost crawled into the office and locked the door, Dumbledore's voice started up again. "Now outside is a scaffold." Out of breath, Thomas hissed into the box. "How do you know all this?" This time Dumbledore's voice was harsher and Thomas figured that he shouldn't mess with it. "We don't have time Harry, to your left there is a window, open it." Thomas did so. "You can use the scaffold to get to the roof." This time, Dumbledore was pushing it. Thomas could take hiding from police, resisting arrest and crawling around on the office floor. But one thing Thomas was mortally afraid of, was heights. "No way," He yelled into the orange box. "No way, this is crazy!" It seems that Dumbledore too had his fair share, for what he said next was something Thomas didn't expect. "There are two ways out of this building. One is that scaffold, the other is in their custody. You take a chance either way, I leave it to you." A click emanating from the box alerted Thomas that Dumbledore was no longer listening, he was utterly alone.

Clutching onto the now useless box, He opened the window and climbed out, all the while mumbling to himself. "What did I do? Why me?" Nowhere along the line did he allude to the possibility that he could be in trouble for all those computer crimes he committed, but the mind works in strange ways. After rounding a corner on the narrow ledge, a sharp wind caught him and almost sent him falling to his death, the wind though, had forced him to drop the orange box. As though all hope had gone with the box, he began to edge back to the window, only able to say for words. "I can't do this."

Down on the street, a young woman with hair that was slicked backed in a ponytail, which would otherwise be rather bushy, was sitting patiently on a motorcycle. Through a rear-view mirror, she found what she was waiting for. Three men in robes escorted young Thomas Anderson to a black car. Before she was spotted she inconspicuously rode away, muttering under her breath a word that she seemed to be saying a lot lately. "Shit!"

A/N:
Well, there we go. I know the chapter was a little short, but I promise, there is going to be quite a bit of action on it's way (most people who've seen The Matrix would probably know that). Well, until next time. (Suggestions welcome, haven't exactly figured how to tie some of the story points together.)