Boredom compels you to a one-way end, which spells Neopets. You make entrance into Neoworld, and gain insight on people above 18 signing up for such services, like yourself. Picking up cheat codes for achieving exceeded neopoints for Little17Turbo12, a miniature Red Xweetok, you notice yourself stashing away time ideally meant for the purpose of improving design skills during internship. You know life's going to be smooth-sailing when your employer arrives to work everyday with newly-woven excuses for her void of punctuality. Likewise, your hand stills on the desktop mouse while you drift into another realm called Sleep, and you begin dancing into an unconscious circle of surreal life. Your head slinks down in shameful thuds; your awareness diminishing. At the back of your senses, you hear a sexed-up number crooning hornily to the unrealism within that another world that coincides subtly against the dead office walls that guard you from the outside. The public is your paparazzi. Your dreams become solace.

A person nears your vision and pops into it abruptly. This person, is the most important person in your life. Nique is mine. What about yours?