Randy McJenkins, 23 IT specialist

Randy McJenkins had just gotten a job as an IT specialist at West Bellmont Hospital. He moved into a small one bedroom apartment. His neighbors in the apartment next to him were two wannabe models who worked at a cosmetics store and partied all of the time, often coming home late and drunk and making all kinds of noise.

Randy liked his new job, but for the hospital administrator Ms. Cervantes, a stern 39 year old who could be hot but dressed like a repressed librarian and always had her thick brown hair up or in a tight bun. She knew next to nothing about IT but was always questioning Randy's actions and expenses.

Randy was in bed one Saturday night. He was awoken by his neighbors coming home, talking loudly with slurred speech and stumbling around their apartment. He was having a weird dream where everyone believed anything he said no matter how ludicrous. Loud annoying techno music came through the wall. Randy rolled his eyes. He was tired and wanted to get up early to jog in the park before it got too crowded.