I carelessly tossed my bag onto the bed, walking around, taking a look at things. I checked the time, deciding to take a walk around the town. After another painful walk down the stairs, I was walking around the town. I was out there for a few good hours before coming across a 7-Eleven. I decided to try and buy something, so I went inside.

It was a small 7-Eleven and kind of dirty. There were three moveable shelves sitting in the middle of the room, the cashier was a female who had an anti-dust mask with a cat mouth print. She had dark black hair, a bright orange beanie, and piercing hazel eyes. We made eye contact and she narrowed her eyes,

"Welcome to Seven Eleven, we sell depression."

I blinked in confusion while she stared blankly back, "Um, okay..." I slowly walked over and looked at the various items. There were an awful lot of Mike and Ikes and the candy bars were 15 dollars. This is ridiculous. I thought bitterly as I pulled a bag of chips off the shelf.

I set it on the counter in front of the cashier. She picked it up then looked at my wrist, "That's commitment."

"Huh?"

"You tattooed Noah's Half on your wrist. You can't like this town that much."

"Oh, it's a family thing..."

She just stared at me for a moment then hit some buttons on the old-fashioned register. 1986. I'm in 1986, I time-travelled. "5.67" the cashier glowered. I took out my wallet and handed her a 5 and a 1. She took it then gave me my change, "Good luck, don't die." She said,

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"It's a common farewell. Now, shoo."

I made a face at her then left. The gas price sign outside flickered and buzzed, causing me to look at it. There in the corner was Noah's Half, drawn in sharpie again. I stared at it then shook my head and headed off again.

Now, where can I get someone who can steal this ruby for me...?

I heard a man screech: "TONY!"

A young boy, probably around the age of 12, turned the corner and sprinted into an alleyway. Curious, I followed quickly. He ducked behind a rubbish bin, breathing heavily. An old man ran down the sidewalk behind me, shouting profanities. Once the old man had disappeared, I approached the boy, "Hello,"

This caused him to flinch, "Hi..."

"Who was that old man?"

"My grandpa, I stole this statue from a store and he was mad."

"Stole?"

"Yeah!" He smiled, holding up a tiny glass statue, "It was just too pretty to leave behind!"

"Hey, if you're interested, there's something you can steal that is also very pretty... but you have to give it to me afterwards and it's going to be difficult," I cautioned,

"Sure! It'll be good practice and then I'll be able to steal more than glass statues!"

I smiled, this was going too well, "Its this ruby in Little People bank-"

The boy gasped, "Little People bank?! It's almost impossible to make it out alive, let alone make it out alive with something!" I blinked in confusion at him. He seemed to think about it for a moment, "But... But I think I know a way to do it. I'll do it, miss! I shall steal that ruby!" He said excitedly, standing up, "I'm Tony Rogers!"

I smiled at him, "Carrie Philips,"