When the man at the desk thanked him he took his leave, drawing up the collar on his jacket to cover his cheeks as he saw the weather was growing bleak. Though as he left he felt as if something horrible has just happened, that knot in your gut that makes you feel like something is wrong but you just don't realize it yet. When he got home he just sat on the couch, grabbed his guitar, and strummed out a tune or two before cooking some dinner (another microwave bowl of Ramen) and called it a day.<br/><br/>The following week was a downer for him. Sure it was nice that he had forgotten abou his trip to Lovedoll Inc. Thanking God that none of his coworkers saw him there or else he would have had hell to pay. The first half of the week was mundane but turned awful as he tried to ask out one of the clerks at the guitar shop, but he flubbed over himself and he sounded like an idiot. He was at home when thinks plummeted south. It all started with a simple doorbell ring.<br/><br/>He opened the door to see two delivery men with a crate labeled "Livedoll In." his heart dropped to his stomach. "No guys... you have the wrong house." They showed him the shipping manifest and it wasn't wrong. He realized what happened. When he handed the crystal over his right hand must have swiped over a scanner and read his chip. On the instructions it was labeled that all sales were finally so he was now stuck with her. They wheeled her inside and he sat on his couch with his hands over his face. Could this vs any worse?!