<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/b5/6d/7bb56d9a55c0b93a29fce634b64fb3f5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White T-shirt and black, basketball shorts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday, 1 April 2050, 0800<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Breakfast of Champions<br/><hr/>Brett had showered and changed into his night clothes, and upon stepping out of the bathroom with his work uniform clutched in a pile in his arms, he noticed the apartment was quiet. Gazing at the back of the couch, he figured the Dragon Slayer had fallen asleep (and beaten him to it). She had been so bursting with energy, he didn’t think it was possible. Brett took his clothes to his bedroom and dumped them into the hamper. He quietly returned to the main room to cut out all the lights and then returned to his bedroom. Closing the door, he walked over to his bed and collapsed. With a relieved moan, he embraced his pillow and buried his face into it.<br/><br/><em>This is all a stupid dream</em>, he thought. Dragons; Dragon Slayers; short flower girls; he had to be dreaming! This didn’t happen. She could have been an escaped experiment or lunatic. What if her friends were other lunatics? What if the government was already searching for her? His thoughts were making him apprehensive, and it was too late to start considering such possibilities. He reached over to his nightstand lamp and switched it off. Draped in darkness, Brett immediately fell asleep.<br/><br/>That morning, Brett had awoken around 8 o’clock. He laid in bed, recalling the events of last night. Unfortunately, he couldn’t pretend that none of it happened. He had a strange girl in his apartment, and the sooner he helped her find her friends, then the sooner his life could return to normal. Maybe. He closed his eyes. As long as dragons remained in the city, there wasn’t going to be normal.<br/><br/><em>Why did this have to happen to me?</em>he wondered.<br/><br/>He was hungry; and his hunger reminded him that he didn’t have any decent food. Yesterday, he only had to worry about himself. He didn’t care about microwave meals, but he wasn’t sure what Poppy would like. Tossing back the blankets, Brett swung his legs around and stood. A large yawn escaped him as he headed for his bedroom door, opening it to step into the hallway. There was a groggy look on his face as he passed through the hall and turned out of it into the living room. The kitchen had been immediately next to it. It was a small kitchenette that did the job. He opened the freezer and removed a box of sausage, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwiches. They weren’t the healthiest thing, but they saved him money. He proceeded to prepare them for the microwave.