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Warped Reality part one.

<> denotes Japanese speech

	It was another fine morning in residential St. Paul, and Conrad 
was walking along oblivious to the outside world.  His nose buried in a 
book, yet unerringly his steps found their way towards downtown  without
 need for conscious thought.  Conrad continued on undisturbed at six foot 
three not many people tented to bother the rather introverted young man.  
Dressed in a typical pair of tan pants with a dark green wind breaker he 
presented an unassuming air to the outside world.  
	Something was wrong.  The blond haired high school graduate 
looked up, as he glanced around to take in his surroundings he unconsciously
 replaced his latest book in his ever-present USA cup bag.  Something is
 definitely wrong thought Conrad as he saw that he was surrounded by new
 clean buildings and all of the street signs were written in kenji? 

"Um, can you tell me where I am?" Con asked a nicely dressed Asian man
 in a business suit. 

His only reply was a broken "I no speak English"  and a wave as the man 
quickly continued on his way.  

	Now  wandering aimlessly and thoughly confused Conrad made his 
way towards what looked like a highschool.  'maybe there will be an English 
department in there somewhere `he thought as he entered the courtyard intent
 on finding a teacher.  As he passed by various crowds eating lunch he over 
herd enough to recognize that the language they were speaking was Japanese.
  "well now I know that spending all of that money buying anime wasn't 
completely wasted" he mumbled to himself" at least I can understand about
 one word in ten."

<Can I help you sir> said a voice casing Con to break out of his thoughts 
and enter the real world.  As he looked up to see who had spoken to him he
 saw  a cute Asian girl in a blue school uniform.  She had short black hair so
 dark that the sunlight caused iridescent blue highlights to form whenever 
she moved.  

"what? I mean Nani? I mean sorry I don't speak Japanese" has his stuttering 
reply to the smoothly flowing Japanese that proved much beyond his meager 
language skills picked up by watching anime and Shogun.

"Oh what may I do for you sir?" she replied in almost perfect English. 
Followed quickly by an apology that her English was so poor.  

"Well I think that your English is very good, but somehow I have gotten lost.
Can you help me get to the American embassy?" an abashed Conrad asked 
looking down at his feet to avoid making eye contact.  'man this is embarrassing' 
he thought ' I must sound like a complete idiot right now'

"let me go find out if it is OK with the principle for me to take you there" she 
said before running off "just wait here for me to come back."

	Left to his thoughts Conrad tried to make sense of what was happening 
to him and why he was in Japan instead of the U. S.  The only possible explanation
 that he could come up with was partial amnesia and even that didn't explain 
everything.  After a quick search he found that he didn't even have a passport 
or any yen.  The thought of amnesia really scarred him, what have I lost a week 
a month a year who knows what I have forgotten.  The onset of depression was 
averted by the return of the energetic Japanese student.  

"The principle says that because I am so far ahead in all of my classes it is OK 
for me to take the rest of the day off to help you get back to the embassy."  as 
she lead him towards a nearby buss shelter at the end of the street she asked" 
Why did you come to Japan? are you an exchange student or just visiting?"

"Well Um I was planning too come in the second year of college but now I don't 
remember how I got here" was his reply after a few moments of consideration.  

	At the embassy after saying goodby they both just stood there for a 
moment. Then She said" here is my number and address in case you need any 
help later,  I would like to see you again if you are going to be staying in 
Tokyo long."

"Thanks Um, hey we have not been introduced yet, my name is Conrad 
Borsting but you can just call me Con"

"Oh how silly of me My name is Mizuno Ami, well I will see you later then 
goodby." after saying this she jumped back on the departing bus while Con 
stood there with a look of stunned disbelief on his face.

	'no way I mean there is just no way that this is all happening to me 
`He thought as he went up the embassy steps, `this just cant be real, it must 
just be a coincidence, yah that's what it is just a coincidence.'  that decided 
he approached the front desk and asked to see the ambassador.  After going 
though various people he finally was landed in front of the embassy doctor.  
And he said how he had no memory of anything since the fifth of April and 
had no Idea why he was currently in Japan.  After hearing this the Doctor 
thought for a while before saying "I think that y ou are extremely lucky 
Mr. Borsting you seem to be missing only 25 days, I am sure that you will 
have a full recovery or your memory in time.  Meanwhile well we locate 
were you are staying and ascertain what you are doing here I would like 
you to stay here in the embassy.  For now you should go get some rest 
and I will tell you tomorrow what we have found."  

"thank you very much doctor" Con said as he headed for the front desk to 
get a room assignment.  'Im just glad I don't have to worry about it any more'.  
As soon as he was lead to what would be his new room he collapsed on the bed 
mentally worn out from the days shock and activity.  

End of Part one Please tell me how  you like it so far.
Oh and don't bother jumping to conclusions because you will be wrong anyway

Kelly Conrad Davies Schultz (Skywise)  
kellys1@randolph.spa.edu but only for one more month or so 
Kelly Conrad Davies Schultz
kellys1@randolph.spa.edu but only for a little while
Shade and sweet water.
Skywise

P.S. read Sailor Moon V    and the Circe Prodject
     and Bubblegum Zone    and Tokyo Babylon
     and Knights End       and Sailor Moon Refugees
     and Sailor Moon M     and The Weel of Time
     and Honor Harringt    and Sour Times