Chapter 2

Nic and his Girlfriend

Jeremiah finally finds his way to the Breakfast Cafe by following the smell of waffles. Good thing he did too, as he still can't read the map. It's a wonder why he hasn't thrown it away yet. Jeremiah looks around the Breakfast Café, a restaurant housed within the Agency with small round tables scattered across the room, waiters walking around serving various breakfast commodities such as coffee, waffles, and even donut holes; the whole place exuding a tranquil atmosphere. He sees Nic with some odd-looking skinny girl with brunette hair sitting down at a table close to the entrance in front of him on his left side. Jeremiah walks up to them and pulls out the spare chair with a screech. He sits down.

"Hello, Nic. Who's the weirdo?" greets Jeremiah nonchalantly.
This apparently made the girl angry. Suddenly, Jeremiah starts floating up by an unknown force that sends him flying across the room into a wall with great impact breaking it, but not completely, behind him. Jeremiah worries, "Please tell me that isn't coming out of my paycheck." Jeremiah struggles to move but finds himself unable to as an invisible force keeps him pinned to the wall.

Suddenly, he hears a voice snarling in his head, "I hope it does come out of your paycheck. After all, you deserve it."

He looks in front of him and sees the brunette in front of him hand outstretched, face red with anger. Everyone in the Breakfast Café watches the phenomenon in awe, unaware of the psychic conversation these two are having.

"Now, I get it. You got psychic powers and I just ticked you off," figures out Jeremiah a little too late.

"Gees. What took you so long to figure that out?" questions the girl.

"Simple. I have no common sense at all. Now, what was the best way to beat someone with psychic powers, again?"

"You do realize I can hear every word you're thinking, right?"

"Yeah, I know. Oh, I remember now. You think of something completely boring and utterly useless to them. I got an idea. A, B, C, D, E…"

"That's the best thing you can come up with? Singing the alphabet in your head?" psychically exclaims the girl in annoyance.

"What? I'm not exactly Mr. Boring. That's Tech Boy's job."

"Who's Tech Boy?"

"A friend of mine you'll probably never meet. But seriously, who are you? I want to know who I ticked off at the very least."
"The name's Tiffany. Don't you dare forget it."

"Okay. Got it. Sorry about ticking you off. I just don't know when to keep my big mouth shut. Besides, the map of this place is impossible to read."
"Oh, I get it. You weren't watching your mouth because you were too frustrated at the map to care."

"Yeah, let's go with that."

Tiffany releases Jeremiah from her psychic grip causing him to fall to the floor. Suddenly, the PDA announces, "The flight for Club Penguin will leave in 10 minutes."

"Wait a minute? There's an airport here?" inquires Jeremiah confused.

"Well, yes and no. No, there is no airport. It's just the ship bay, which we launch the ships out of. And yes, we offer flight services to agents without ships," explains Tiffany.

"Oh. I see. I actually know where that is because that's where I entered the Agency when I got here."

"Okay. If you're going to make it in time, you better leave now," states Tiffany pointing behind her.

"Alright. See you two later. Hopefully, on better terms," says Jeremiah quickly waving good-bye before running out there at breakneck speed.

While running down the hall he thinks to himself, "Ah, man. I missed breakfast. Can this day get any worse?" On his way to the ship, he gets lost, again. Even worse, a piano falls on his head on the way there because some blond girl passing by distracted the guy who was hauling it. Jeremiah didn't die due to the partial invulnerability he developed over the years combined with his unorthodox shapeshifting which makes him not 100% solid at any given time. Jeremiah thinks to himself dazed, "Yep, it just got worse." He shakes it off and hops out of the piano and starts running again. Thanks to his super speed, he was able to get on the ship to Club Penguin with one minute to spare despite all the distractions.