Alex Mason woke up with a start, sitting up and looking around, wondering where he was. Then he remembered, he was at some hotel he had crashed in. He was in a bit of a cold sweat from the dream, of the time he just barely remembers. He couldn't remember anything else except the rather hazy run along a road and suddenly landing in a bed, which he sorted out as teleporting. Back when he first found out he had these powers. Then he turned his attention to something he was also still getting used to. The floating text. It followed him everywhere, telling some being in the world outside this fake reality about him. He didn't know if he was quite sure he liked the fact some other being could read his thoughts...
He got out of bed and got dressed in his usual attire. He grabbed his sheathed sword before teleporting to the rooftop. He would actually pay to stay at a hotel one day, if he ever got money. He looked around, seeing if he could spot anything interesting, trying to ignore the text floating above his head.