I woke to the sound of furious typing. Wiping away the crust from my bleary eyes I blinked at the bright fluorescents in my dorm room. Some weird guy was sitting at my desk with my laptop open.

I mumbled something incoherent and sat up. I was on the floor, in my underwear and my head throbbed. The last thing I remembered I was out drinking with some of my friends, and I had wanted to walk around the island. I stumbled and blacked out, and then woke up here with this man in dirty jeans, a black A shirt and a white baseball cap with a mexican flag on it getting his paws all over my stuff.

“Hey man, what’s going on here?â€? I demanded.

He kept on typing, not even looking up from the keyboard. “It’s ok, you can go back to sleep. I’m just going to save the world and move along.â€?

He wasn’t making any sense, but he didn’t seem like a homeless guy or anything.

“Hey are you from IT? I’ve been having these spam problems and…â€?

“Nope, not Tech Support. I will need your help, though.â€? He said, adjusting his hat.