#confessions:start

minimum wage in 2020, not bad. at least it wasn’t the three bucks an hour she was making as an intern at hawkins post and the baked goods did smell good. sure she had almost burned about every pastry, but she was a work in progress, it wasn’t like she had a memo on how to suddenly adult as a missing person. hesitantly pulling a tray out of now plump golden cake out of the oven, she gets loose handed, throwing it on top of the stove in a rush, careful not to burn herself. leave it to nancy wheeler to get herself a job where she was the only employee until the night shift people came in. a quick toss of her apron and she’s turned at the sudden noise of a ringing bell, putting on her best sweet tooth bakery smile, the one that landed her this job. “ hi welcome! is there anything i can get you? ” besides a will to live or maybe she was the only other miserable person in town.

this was not tulsa. then again, his vision is blurred by... leaves? in a quick motion they’re out of his face, replaced by the blinding sun. he’s laid down, outside is what it seemed like, in the mist of everyone’s everyday activites. definitely not tulsa. green eyes blink back confusion, managing to stand on two legs, finally able to see where he was. children didn’t run in the streets in their neighborhood, nor did it look this... put together. eyes glance down to his stomach, finding his hand subconsciously gripping where a wound should be. he was supposed to be dead... he had accepted it, what the hell was this? 

“ hello, pardon me but could you tell me what time it is? and... and where am i? ”