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Kay groaned and stepped into the grimey bathroom. He hated this room. The people who rented it were always doing strange experiments and the like, so their kitchen and bathrooms were always filled with strange things and even stranger messes.

He stopped by the stink to wash off his face. When he was washing the kitchen, an assortment of goopy liquid had fallen on him from on top of the fridge and, even after wiping it away with a paper towel, there was still a sticky residue on his face. 

A year, maybe two. Glen had quickly grown tired of his life hooked up to a canister. Klestofer stopped visiting him after a few months, leaving him alone most days. Sometimes therapists came in and asked him questions. He would anawer truthfully, but they never did anything about his dark thoughts.

He often wished he would just pop. Or deflate. Or fall asleep and never wake up. 

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that things were even stranger on levels that were heretofore overshadowed by other strange events.  For such a large city, it had to have some earlier foundations, but there were no signs of historical buildings or landmarks.  It was just a very generic large, modern city.  Odd how he never considered it until now, he thought. "So about what you said a few days ago..."

She glanced behind her as she walked. "What about?" she asked.

Allison was a social girl. She loved company, almost to a fault. She basically relied on it. She had dirty-blonde hair that fell a little bit past her shoulders, but she usually kept it in a neat ponytail. A few loose strands covered her forehead, down to her brown eyes. She had a small smattering of freckles on her nose and rosy cheeks. She was five-and-a-half feet tall with a thin but not frail frame, with a hint of athleticism adorning her body. She had a respectable C-cup bust and an ass that did its job.