Chapter 5
by 
LevelsOfAbstraction
"Well, I guess I'll..."
"...have to decline, because I'm canned if I miss work tomorrow."
Tracer looks at you, noticeably disappointed. "Okay, well thanks for saving our butts back there all the same," she says, a sad look on her face.
She darts off to the ship. The door closes, and it takes off. You return to your mundane life, but hey at least you kept your minimum-wage job.