The vague smell of cleaning products on gusts of air condtioning rustled Perry’s hair with cool fingers as he emerged on the Other Side.

The secertary sitting at the desk, who had given Perry his job application, looked up from her work. As he had the last time, Perry started when she looked up with glowing orange cat’s eyes; they contrasted so sharply with her soft features and dark maroon-colored, wavy hair.

“Channon, Perry. Adult male, human. Blood type A negative. 23 years of age. Postion: warehouse clerk,” her muscles relaxed and she leaned back into her chair, “Welcome.”

Being highly intimidated both by her striking appearance and knowledge of more personal information than he was comfortable with, “hi,” was all Perry could muster in response.

Her lips split in a friendly, if not slightly odd smile, “Take the elevator to floor negative 7 and tell the guard that it’s raining. He’ll allow you past.”

“Uh, thanks,” Perry answered uncertainly. The cat-eyed woman winked at him.

“Good luck.”