A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then faded into the night. A man lay sleeping in a bed, covers pulled up to his chin. The clock next to him showed "6:59", then quietly flipped to "7:00" and began to beep. Jim was asleep, and right in the middle of a very exciting dream, when the loud beeping of the alarm woke him up. He blinked his eyes a few times, rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay there in bed for a moment, remembering what he was supposed to do today. Whatever it was, it had to be better than yesterday, he thought - today is a brand new day!
After laying there quietly for a moment, Jim heard a rapping at his window, almost a tapping. Rising to his feet, he went to the window to look out only to find a strange man dressed in some sort of quasi-apocalyptic dreads, hanging from the windowseal thirty feet above the ground. Somehow, this seemed wrong to Jim, but he let the man in without much thought.
Then the man was grabbing him, shaking him.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MELISSA??" The surly man roared.
"Melis....sa?" Jim tested the word in his mouth. It seemed... wrong.
"What is this place? Where am I?"
"This is Jim's apartment. At the start of a brand new day."
The man threw down his futuristic gun in rage.
"GODDAMN YOU, FRANCIS!!! YOU TOOK ME BACK TOO FAR!! IM AT THE BEGINING OF THE BE ARCHIVE!!! AAAAAHHHHH...!!!"
Ignoring the man, Jim decided to...
Tue Jan 25 12:35:06 2000