You are sitting in 'The Sky Bar,' by the window. a tall top floor restaurant with a sweeping view of the city. Its the fanciest and most expensive in town. You've never set foot here before and feel very out of place. You were invited here by a mysterious letter asking you to just go to a reserved table. But why? Then...you see her approaching. A gorgeous woman in a fashionable outfit, smiling at you. She's older than you by a good two decades...but who is she? She then sits down across from you and smiles.

You have come home to your private and expensive penthouse apartment after a long day of tedious work. Your robot maid, Rachel, who you have had for a year now, is waiting for yoy anxiously. She can see you are worn out and is prepared to see to your needs.

You hear a gentle knock at your bedroom door. You roll over and look at the clock. 2 in the morning. "Who is it?" you ask. "It's me. It's Sylvia." You freeze at that voice. Sylvia was your girlfriend two years ago. She had died in a car accident. That couldnt be her! You get out of bed and open the door...to see your sisters new barbie doll standing at the door. You are about to slam the door in anger...when the doll speaks.

You are just leaving a late night shift at work and see a bar that's still open at this hour. In need of a drink and a break, you go inside. The bar is mostly empty save for one gorgeous British blonde bartender behind the counter cleaning a glass. She smiles as she sees you come in and sets down her rag and glances you up and down. You feel as if she's taking you in. Evaluating you. You stand frozen for a moment, unsure what to say or do...but luckily, she speaks first.