Chapter Two

The Temp
Chapter Two

"Two types of people in the world wear spandex. The deluded, and those who set a bad precedent by looking good."
--Karl B. of TEMP-4-HYRE

A lot of thoughts go through your mind when the unusual happens. "Am I seeing things?" Easily tested. I could hear traffic on the street below. I could feel pebbly office rooftop under me. My vision isn't swimming... and, yep, standing up produces no difficulty other than a bit of back pain from the drop.

Pity. Insanity would be more convenient. Could I have been drugged and just now sobered up miles and days from where and when I was? Unlikely. Drugs or even allergic reactions tend not to result in furniture being hauled. The chair was, in fact, here.

Unless this is the same building. It's not like you ever get to see the roof of the office... the three-story office outside town that now appears to be eight stories downtown... and with the rooftop access door painted shut.

Which is something to keep track of when I try to figure out how I'm going to get down from here.

That takes precedent. I'm not going to be able to figure out how I got here. I saw it, and I am no wiser. Hopefully, I'm just somewhere else. Someone invented a teleporter and inadvertantly popped a hole between... 100 ft off the ground downtown, and twenty at the office. Well, if they just developed it, no reason they would have the aiming down yet.

Unless it's not a teleporter.

Is this even my world? I looked around. Well, there were taller buildings, but with very reflective windows. Dumpster in the allyway, cars on the street... rusted fire escape starting a floor down. "Yep. Definitely my day for ten foot plummets."