She came to me while I was rooting around on all fours in the couch; always an awkward position to be found in by a beautiful woman.
“You wanted to save the world, once,” she said.
“I still want to,” I replied, “but I can’t find my car keys.”
“You might want to hurry up with that,” she said. “You’ll be late.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t suppose you want to help me look, do you?”
“No,” she replied, “you have to do that yourself. Anyway, I don’t have a car.”
Then I woke up.
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