"Luna Almondil?"

"Yo?"

Luna looked up from her desk. A friendly Escargo Express man was standing there, with a package.

"Package for ya. Just sign here... kthx."

Luna smiled at the receeding figure, then at the package. A package! When was the last time she'd gotten a package? Years. Well, before she started working in this mudane little cubicle in the Enrich Flavor Building. She gleefully ripped it open. A phone fell into her open hand.

And then it rung.

"Woah, I think I've seen this movie..." she grinned, pressing the the call button. "Yo, it's Luna Almondil AKA Luna! ****... I should've made up a cooler alias, since now I'm going to save the world and all..." Luna could almost feel the person on the other end blinking in disbelief.

"Do you, um, know who I am?"

"No. Should I?"

There was a long pause.

"Er, wrong number?"

"Probably. Nothing terribly exciting happens to me."

"Ah."

"Good luck finding the One and all. Ciao."

Pocketing the cellphone, she stared at her computer screen. "Screw this. Early lunch break is looking better all the time."

Just as she walked away, some neon green letters began to form themselves on her screen, looking very confused indeed. Luckily, they disappeared.

Luna walked down the concrete stairs. Hardly anyone else but her used the stairs, since she worked mostly with computer people who liked to make up theories about excerscise. Such as, if you do it, thousands of tiny demons of doom will come out and rip your legs off. But Luna found that it was an extremely handy, and very empty place to practice with the thing she'd found lying on the street. She walked up to the shimmering tear in the wall, and prodded it with the key-shaped object. It expanded, and she stepped into it, it immediately closing behind her.