Might as well.

Curious and afraid you turn the handle and open the door. The door clicks and you push it open. Inside you once again find nothing. It is as if this apartment was purchased today. It is a small basically square apartment. The kitchen and living room are connected with only a bar with two tall stools separating them. The kitchen has a stove, microwave, dish washer, and refrigerator, but all three are silver and appear new. Looking into the living room, you see a single black leather couch facing a flat screen tv on the wall, it isn't huge, but it is nice. Oddly both of these things are still wrapped in shipping plastic, despite being clearly set up. Off to the right of this large room is a little door that is open revealing a bedroom with a brand new also wrapped in plastic bed sitting on a simple frame with a shiny silver headboard. Walking into the bedroom you find an empty closet with a few shelves, and a bathroom, also empty with a nice looking shower tub with plain clear glass or plastic doors, simple toilet, and a sink with a mirrored medicine cabinet above it. Looking in it, you see it is similarly empty.

Walking around you check every drawer, cabinet, and shelf and find nothing. Clicking the dead bolt on the door you walk over, rip off all of the plastic, plop down on the couch, and click on the tv. An infomercial of some new exciting juicer greets you as the screen comes to life, and you click it back off in disgust. Pulling up your feet, you unbuckle the shoes and set them on the floor, kicking off your socks as you do. “Long toes.” Pulling your legs up, you find you are flexible as hell as well, as you can push them up behind your head. Looking down over your body you fight the urge to finger yourself and instead decide to surrender for the moment and stroll into the other room and tear into another sealed item. Once the plastic from the bed is in a pile, you kick off your skirt and plop down on the bed. You would really like a nice blanket, but it is comfy all the same. Lying there in the darkness, completely confused, and a bit afraid, you close your eyes. It doesn't take long for you to drift off to a fitful sleep.

Morning hits like a freight train, sun streaming in through the uncovered windows. Bolting upright you slap yourself all over to prove it was all a crazy dream. Sadly no, you are still a cute if not down right gorgeous girl. “What am I going to do?” You say sitting up. Strolling out into the other room you pick up the only things you have, keys on a plain silver ring, and the business card of the person that sold you the car. Looking over both, you realize that you still haven't found any use for the tiny key or the padlock. “What are you for?” You ask them, but of course they don't answer. Walking into the bathroom you plop down suddenly unsure of how exactly it is all going to work, and use the toilet, not really thinking about the fact you don't have any toilet paper till you are done. “Fuck.” Is all you can say. You strip hop in the shower, and let the water wash over you till it has long gone cold. Stepping out finally you know you will have to drip dry, and decide to do some simple exercises till you dry off. An hour later you decide your stamina is amazing. Padding across the apartment you gather up all of your clothes, plop down on the bed, and get dressed. “I suppose I have to figure out something. I don't want to be stuck like this forever.” Standing you add, “But where to start?”

Mulling over your options you decide the best thing to do is either go to the car dealership and see who bought the car. Go back to the store and see if either of the workers can tell you something. Search everywhere nearby and see if you can find what the keys open. Or actually go home. Grabbing the keys you figure you will decide by the time you get to the car, lock the door behind you, and head outside. The second you walk outside your mouth drops open once again. Looking around you realize that while you have no idea exactly where you are, you know where you aren't. You aren't in your home town at all. “How the fuck?” Your question drifts off into the wind, and now you really have no idea what to do next.