Gulp.

"Wh-why not?" Matt could barely get the question out. The little smile was so...intoxicating.

"You'll find out." Again, that tiny smile whipped by lightning fast, making Matt's heart skip a beat. Matt thought she was having entirely too much fun being so enigmatic and scaring the crap out of him.

"What is the worst of our problems?" he asked hesitantly.

"Are you ready for it? Ready to leave it all behind?"

Another gulp. She smiled again, amused at Matt's nervousness.

What the hell is she talking about? What would I be leaving behind? Who IS this chick?

"Ummm no, I don't think so. Thanks anyway." Again Matt turned to leave. SMACK! Again, the girl's hand smashes down on the washer door, leaving a slight dent in front of Matt's nose.

"Are you insane? What do you want with me?!" Matt shouted, beyond nervous now.]

"I want Yoouu to leave all thiissss" she said, pointing to the darkened laundry room.

"What, the laundromat? No prob!"

SMACK!

"No you fool, this boring empty shell you call a life." She was irritated, and Matt did not particularly want to give her cause to smack him like she had been the washer. "I can give you a life of adventure, but only if you don't start acting like a complete moron."

Matt took the jibe in stride, being used to being called much worse than "moron." "Listen, I don't know who you are, or why you think I'm looking for some life of adventure, but you got the wrong guy. I really quite prefer doing my laundry on Friday nights."

The girl stood back, folding her arms. Matt glanced at his avenue of escape and hesitated.

"Do you now?" Again, that smile came and went faster than Matt could blink. Maybe he was just imagining it. "Why the hesitation Matthias?"

Hearing his real name from these unfamiliar lips confused him. He started backing toward the exit again. "How do you know my name? Who are you? What do you want with me? WHO ARE YOU?!"