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FirThat evening, I struggled to unpack for a while before exhaustion from the day set in too hard. Maybe I should’ve asked Wells to give me a hand with getting all my clothes out. I shook my head at myself, what did I ever think I needed so many clothes for?

So, once I’d finally given up on my herculean unpacking task, I flopped down onto my room’s bed, and let out a breath it felt like I’d been holding in all day. Man, what has my life become? I’d been so worried about today, I’d run it over a hundred times in my head, fantasizing and catastrophizing, but it had gone nothing like I expected. Well, that wasn’t quite true, it was like it borrowed half and half. I had all the fuck ups and trips and oopsy daisies and falls I’d expected in my worst fears, but somehow all of that had caused me to run into almost a half dozen gorgeous women who seemed, dare I say, interested in me?

I’d never exactly had trouble with girls before the accident, but I’d never really gotten around to having a serious relationship since I was so focused on football, and in, uh, Grade 10. Which is to say yeah, I was a virgin, buzz off, okay? I mean it’s not like that was a huge deal or anything, I mostly just felt bad for the poor girl who was gonna have to deal with bumbling, crippled ol’ me for my first time.

Idly, I wondered which of the girls I met today it would be.

Agh, no, bad Jake, don’t be fucking weird.

Well, whatever, enough moping around, I figured I’d better get some sleep if I wanted to be ready for classes tomorrow. I unlocked the valve that kept my prosthetic tightly vacuum sealed around my stump leg, and hefted the limb over to the side of my bed. I wiggled my quarter-leg a bit to get the kinks out, those muscles do a good amount of heavy lifting for me.

A light metallic pinging sound caught my attention, my prosthetic had hit against that weird onyx watch I found earlier. Oh yeah. May as well take a closer look and see if I can’t figure out what it’s deal is.

I spent ten whole minutes investigating before I came to the conclusion that it had to be a cosplay prop or some shit. Don’t get me wrong, mad respect to cosplayers, but put your fucking names on your costume pieces, please. I’d spun both of the arms around a bunch to see if it made a noise or something in a certain configuration, but no dice, ultimately I left the small one in the position it was originally in, and the large one pointing towards the right.

Then, I laid down in bed and definitely didn’t think about all the cute girls I’d met that today until I drifted off.