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A man groaned inside a pod that had been shut just moments before. The man stepped out of the pod, stretching his stiff limbs as best as he could. How long had it been since he had been in there? The other day, he was back home. Now... he was here. Why? How? Like he knew. He could do big things like finding what happened later. For now, it was time for small goals. Number one on the list is finding his clothes.

Before stepping out into the hall like the annoying synthesized voice has asked, he stopped. He heard two people out in the hall, arguing. It was actually pretty entertaining. Looks like he wasn't the only one naked, and one of the people out there was a girl. The guy was acting very awkward, and there was no way that Jeremy would go out there and ruin the fun. After a while, he hear the girl say that the poor guy out there could look, so that meant the fun was over and it was probably safe to go out there. Too bad.

He found himself a little farther along from those two then he had thought, but that might have been a good thing. He slipped into whatever clothes they had put in there for him, then took a look at the weapon that had been in the bottom. Things were good, it seemed; it was his own. He slipped it into his waistline; he'd have to try and find something to hold it in. And now, he figured, it was time to go meet the neighbors. After a sigh, he started to walk down the row of lockers. They'd notice him.