Finn Gibbs
"What's with your new little sudden bit of creativity huh?"
Finn stared at the girl, confused. "What? Ellie, no, get up. You think I did this? I don't know where the hell we are!" Finn remembered Ellie from back in Highwaters, but it had been months since he'd seen her. They'd had a few short flings, but never anything serious. Every once in a while, he would drop by. Finn was torn from his recollections by a beeping sound emitting from his alarm clock. Crap. He had a job. Since when had Finn had a steady job? With another powerful pulse of pain, flashes of a dusty library filled his head. Ew. He didn't want to go there. But a sudden sense of urgency overwhelmed him.
Finn got up from beside Ellie's bedside and started pacing the room nervously. "This is ridiculous.
Hitting the alarm clock, Finn grabbed a button down to cover his shirt. As he buttoned up, he looked back at the sleeping girl. "Ellie, I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I gotta go. Alright? I'm pretty sure you also have places to be." Finn wracked his aching mind, trying to recall whether Ellie ever really had a job. "Or maybe not."
Stepping out the door of his room, Finn ran to the kitchen and grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl in the middle. The actions were so habitual that Finn didn't even think as he did them. Whirling around to grab his coat off of the couch (he'd dropped it there the night before?) and headed towards the door. Pushing it open, Finn jogged down the hallway towards the elevator. He violently pressed at the elevator button, forcing down confusion and panic in the face of the coming day.