Might as well.

Climbing out of the car you pull the little revolver, click the cylinder open to make sure it is loaded, and carefully make your way inside of the building through one of the many open large garage like doors. The floor is cold flat stone, and there is garbage all over. The smell of oil is strong in the air. As you walk in past old empty crates and boxes you see a door with the number 4 blazing on it in the same blue as the card when you first found it. Stepping closer you get to the door and find it isn't attached to anything, it is just standing there. “Well that's not creepy at all.” Reaching out with your left hand, gun in your right, you cautiously turn the doorknob till you hear a click, even though the door isn't even in a frame. Slowly you pull it toward you, it moves as if hinged. Pulling it open reveals a blue outlined portal that appears to open into a fifties themed diner. “So strange.” Is all you can say. As you can see several people in the diner you tuck the gun back into your purse and step through the door.

Once inside a waitress, pretty with a long brown ponytail and lovely blue eyes and slender features steps up to you and smiles. “Welcome to Deb's Diner. Have a seat, I'll take your order in a sec.”

“Thanks.” You smile back and walk over to a booth and sit down. All of this is quite strange, but you are hungry and the food smells delicious. Grabbing a menu you look it over and decide very quickly on a chilli cheeseburger and fries. Licking your lips in anticipation with a stupid grin.

She walks up finally and asks, “What can I get you miss?”

Your mouth opens and you say, “I'll have...” With a last glance at your new sexy body you pause, look down at the menu again and start over. “I'll have a taco salad and an iced tea.” But as you say it you think about all the danger and all of what has happened and decide you have to splurge at least once and a while. “Wait, scratch that. Give me a chilli cheeseburger.... A side salad with lite french dressing, and an iced tea.” Satisfied at the compromise, you lean back and wait for you meal. The drink comes first of course, then the meal. The sandwich is absolutely amazing, almost orgasmic as you slurp down the food, making a mess of your face and hands. Several napkins later you lean back and pat your happily full tummy.

“Did you like it?”

“Ya the sandwich was amazing thanks.” You say not paying attention really, then as you realize a man is suddenly sitting across from you in the booth you add, “Gaah, who are you?”

“A friend. Well a vision of a friend. None of this you see here is real. You are still standing in an abandoned warehouse right now staring into space.” He pauses a moment to let this sink in. “I set up the box you found. The fact that you found this place tells me you can at least pay attention and have a chance of being an ally.”

“So where is here? What is the point of all of this?”

“In time. Here is nowhere. At the same time this is your new home till you don't need it any longer. The magic that imprinted the card linked this address to you. That is my greatest gift to whoever found the box I set up.” Your look of confusion is evident so he explains further, “It is a simple translocation spell. Anything mailed to that address will find you no matter where you are. Well with one little addition of course. You will become aware of what it is before it arrives and if you don't want it, it won't find you. Call it magic mail screening I suppose. I added it after someone used a similar spell to send a pipe bomb.” He lets out a little chuckle before continuing, “This way you can use the address to pay bills, get mail, open lines of credit, whatever and not be tied to one location where people or things can find you. In answer to the point. I suppose survival. Like most of us that find out about the world of magic, you were cursed. I won't ask how, but I know how you feel, like your life has been turned upside down. I can tell you from experience that it gets better.” He looks at his watch, “Our time here is growing to an end. Is there anything else I can answer for you?”

“Ya. How am I supposed to live? Can I just go get a job, what about a passport or a birth certificate, social security card, bank account, credit cards, all the things you need to live. How do I get all of that? Or am I just fucked? Plus what the hell is after me? Can I get turned back?” You quickly ask exasperated if not totally freaking out.

“I can't help you any more. It isn't allowed, not till you survive a year. Then we will contact you again. As for your questions I can quickly give you some advice. If you stay in a town for longer than about a week you will be found, that is just the way it is. There are things hunting you and they won't stop till you are recaptured or dead depending on exactly what or who you made a deal with. Each have their own desires. Plus the longer you live the more other entities will learn of you and begin hunting you as well.”

Here you interrupt, “Why? Why are they after me? I got cursed, fucked over by magic I get that, but why are they after me?”

“I can't answer everything, sorry. We have only a few more moments, let me try to answer what I can. Most people, normal people, sort of don't want to question your existence. It makes them feel uneasy. Due to this if you go to a bank and open an account, just do one that you can get access to online or with an atm, they will accept the license as enough proof of who you are, they won't pry further. If they do, leave, that means they are touched by magic themselves, and a possible threat. Same with a passport, credit cards, whatever. Just fill out the paperwork and it will work. To question is to see that which their minds don't want them to see. Now I must go. Oh one last thing. No one has ever undone whatever was done. I am sorry.” With that last word he disappears, and as he goes, so does everything else and you are once again back in the abandoned warehouse.

“Well fuck now what?”