[centre][h3][b][color=#CC3610]Jasper Reid[/color][/b][/h3][/centre]

The dimensional refugee was a little offended at the fact that the other heroes seemed to ignore him. But then he realized that he had done nothing to show that he was really a hero. For all they knew he was just a guy cosplaying with a gas mask and Kevlar vest. Grailham City did have a sort of reputation for having many wannabe heroes and villains. Jasper could easily just been one of these fakes.

Still, it stung a little bit as the heroes assembled at the museum began to walk past him, apparently going home. Combined with the fact that Jasper had completely missed the battle at the museum, the young hero was rightly peeved off. So without saying anything, Jasper exited the museum and began the walk toward the library, where he had left the bag with his books and civilian outfit. Without the urgency of an explosion, Jasper decided to walk at a slower place.

He huffed at how pointless it was for him to rush into battle. That annoyance was only further increased as the city bus zoomed past Jasper, meaning he had missed getting on the bus again, and would have to wait another forty minutes. Not wishing to miss another bus, Jasper began to jog back toward the library. Within a few minutes, Jasper was once again in the alley beside the library branch. With as much speed as he could muster, Jasper pulled off his hero outfit and then put back on his shirt and jeans.

Stuffing his change of clothes back into his bag, Jasper left the alley and made his way to the bus stop in front of the library. Glancing at his phone, Jasper saw that it would be another half hour before the next bus was scheduled to arrive. Deciding to do something productive with his time waiting, Jasper fished the large book on Grailham history that he had checked out.

Skimming through the first few chapters, Jasper surmised that the history of Grailham in this dimension was very similar to that of his home dimension. Obviously there hadn’t been a Pandora Virus outbreak, but recent events were pretty much the same. One thing that Jasper had made sure of when he first arrived in this world was to make sure Terminus wasn’t a thing. The virus unleashing supervillain had essentially ended Jasper’s world, but a detailed search of this world’s Internet had showed that no one had heard of Terminus here.

As Jasper read, he began to lose track of time. His attempts to learn more about this dimension overtook his attention, turning from page to page. In fact he didn’t even notice the bus approaching him. Luckily the driver spotted him at the bus stop and pulled over. Jasper then noticed the bus, stuffing his book into his bag and pulling out his bus pass.

The ride back to Jasper’s apartment was uneventful. The streets were mostly empty this time of night, as he wasn’t passing through the partying part of town. By the time Jasper reached home it was technically the next day. As Jasper made his way up the stairway of his apartment building, he passed a room that was blaring music. Jasper thought of complaining to management, but then remembered that his landlord didn’t care what went on as long as you pay your rent and don’t wreck the building.

Thankfully for Jasper, his apartment was a few floors up from there, so the music wasn’t as quite as loud. As Jasper entered his apartment, he threw his bag onto the old, beat-up couch in the corner. Peeling off his clothing, Jasper collapsed onto the stiff bed he had. Pulling the sheets over him, Jasper could still hear the booming music from a few floors down. The drone of it pervaded Jasper’s head as he shifted in bed. But eventually his tiredness won out, and Jasper passed into unconsciousness.

Jasper would then open his eyes again several hours later, but not enough according to his body. His phone was buzzing with a tone just annoying enough to always wake him up. Reaching over and swiping off the alarm, Jasper rolled out of bed. He felt tired, apparently because of staying out too long and having a bad rest. Deciding that a cold shower was the answer, Jasper stripped off what clothes he had worn to bed.

Jasper was quickly in and out of the washroom, not wishing to spend too long in there. When he had first moved in, Jasper had made a solid attempt to clean up the washroom. But it was old, without outdated features, much like most of the apartment building. So there was always a little grime, just enough to cause Jasper not too linger.

After drying off and throwing on some fresh clothes, Jasper sat down at the small table next to the fridge and had a breakfast of champions: sugary cold cereal and milk. Jasper finished eating before looking at the time on his phone. He saw that he still had a little bit of time before he was supposed to remote access into work.

Walking over to his dresser, Jasper removed some sweaters to reveal a laptop. Jasper was still iffy about this part of town, so he had hidden all the valuables in different parts of the apartment unit. Bringing the laptop to the table, Jasper booted it up and immediately opened the Internet browser.

Wondering if the whole event at the museum had made the news, Jasper found that only a little information was available. It was mostly videos of the incident posted on social media, or mainstream news just stating that something had happened. Still wondering exactly what had happened, Jasper saw that he was due to start work in two minutes.

Pulling out a headset and accessing his company’s servers, Jasper got in the mindset of an IT support worker. It would only be a few minutes before a call was directed toward him.

[color=#CC3610]“Hi, this is Jasper with GigaCom Tech Support, how may I help you?”[/color]