Standing awkwardly tall amidst a throng of moving people, he once again questioned his own wisdom in coming here. He didn't exactly fit in. Okay, that was a pretty hefty understatement. Between the two categories of people here who had either not nearly enough, or more than they could ever need, he stood awkwardly tall in the third category, Other.

A very nice man in a cheap suit had asked him to borrow his Bulletin, for a job interview. Titan wasn't sure how a glorified social media device would be useful for landing a job, but the man had been so nice that he hadn't cared, at the time.

It had been about 3 hours now. The man had told him to wait right here, the interview was the next block over, it would take him only 15 minutes, 20 at most, he promised, and thank you so very much sir you're a life saver. Titan began to feel the sinking suspicion that he'd been duped, yet again.

He closed his eyes. This certainly wasn't the first time. The only reason he'd even come to the Debris was because he'd received a message from his brother that said he needed urgent and immediate help, please come immediately. Titan hadn't heard from his brother in years, so he'd jumped at the opportunity.

That was nearly 8 months ago, and he hadn't heard from his brother since. He sighed, then awkwardly and suddenly bent over to retrieve a small piece of paper he kept in his shoe, eyes still closed. He felt his head collide with a hard object, and opened his eyes, rubbing his head.

Someone he didn't recognize stood in front of him, rubbing their head. And his wallet was in their hand.