The next few days where silent. All three of us where trying to loosen up after the test, so we tried to keep it calm. Laye and Elle haven't even argued once, surprising, since that's almost all they do.
Elle had went out to work for a farmer, who had poor eyesight, so he needed help hanging clothes on the clothesline. Now to think about it, was what she was doing when I first spawned. It seems like so long ago I first came, but it has only been two weeks.
"Hey, Jemma?" Laye asks, sitting on the couch.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Hand me the remote." she says.
"It's right in front of you." I say, looking at the tv. It was pretty old, and the only channel we had was watching what was happening in the government building. It was usually empty, so it wasn't very interesting.
I kick the remote to her, and it hits her in the leg.
"Ow! You hit a bite mark!" she says, holding her leg.
"I'm so sorry!" I say.
"Just kidding!" she says, laughing, "You should've seen your face!"
"Ha ha, very funny." I say.
Laye turns on the tv, and as usual, the security cameras watched whatever happens. The purpose was stupid, since it pretty much showed any meetings the government has. I remember someone telling me it was because they wanted the people to feel like the government wasn't trying to hide anything.
"Hey, someone's coming." Laye says, just as I was about to leave.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah, I looks like a man and a lady." She says, looking closer at the screen.
"Well, I guess I'll stay and watch a bit." I say, sitting down on the couch.
"She's not normal." the man says.
"Well we've figured that much out already. What we need to know is how she escaped. This can't be good for the program." the lady says, voice extremely familiar.
"Char?!" Laye says, the first to find out.
"What? She works with the government?" I ask.
"This is so weird! She told me that she just worked at the information branch!" Laye says.
"Huh. She looked a little young to work in that department." I say.
"She says that she is twenty-eight." Laye says.
"What? That can't be true!" I say.
"It is. The computer copied her looks to the best of their ability. Well, that's what she says anyway. For all we know, she could be a forty year old man that just hacked the system so he could choose his appearance." she says.
"That is a little too detailed to actually happen." I say.
"You never know." Laye says, scratching her head.
"Yeah, your right. But anyways, who knows what is going to happen next. It could open a portal to a whole world of viruses. Life as we know it could disappear." the man says. He seems to notice that the cameras were in there, and he cursed to himself. "People watching, do not worry about the words we speak now. Our virtual world is perfectly safe." 
"Sure, like people are supposed to believe that." Laye says, shutting the tv off.
"Um, okay. I think I'm going to go down and talk with the counterman." I say, walking out the door.
I walk down the stairs, skipping a couple steps every now and then.
"Hello." the man says.
"Hi." I reply.
"How are you? Have to report them fighting or something?" he asks.
"No, Elle went out to help that blind man again. I just wanted to talk to someone." I say.
"That's what I like about you. You take your "precious time" to just talk." he says, and I smile.
"So, anyways, did you watch the tv a minute ago?" I ask.
"I always have it on, why?"he asks.
"Well, they were talking about this world might end. What do you think?" I ask.
"I think we should mind our own business for now. If the government says we're safe, we are." he says.
I hear Laye call my name from upstairs.
"Well, it looks like our conversation has to come to an end." he says.
I walk toward the stairs. I stop, and turn around. "Hey, Mr? What is your name?" I ask.
He smiles softly, "I'm just the unanimous counterman." 

 Elle came home that night, with a bag full of fruits from the man she helped. I made the hard decision of logging off for awhile, so I could eat. I went to sleep, and woke up in my normal, real life room.
I stood up, instantly realizing how I've lost so much weight from not eating for that long. I walked into the living room, where Noah sat on the couch and watched football.
"Hello." he says.
"What gives?" I ask.
"Huh? I can't be nice?" he asks.
"Whatever." I say, chugging milk out of the carton.
"Do you believe me?" he asks.
"For what?" I ask.
"That I'm sorry." He says.
"Sure, whatever. Why are you so worried about it?" I ask.
"I don't know myself." he says.
I screw the lid back on, and make a sandwich.
"Are you going to play that game forever?" he asks.
"I wish I could. It's so much better than this world." I say.
"Your body is going to shrivel up if you don't keep eating." he says.
"You sound like an overprotective mom." I say.
"Well I'm just saying. You've been in there for weeks. That's definitely not healthy." he says, shutting the tv off.
"Says you of all people. Last time I checked, you were still addicted to cigarettes." I say, putting my hands on my hips.
"I quit. Last time I was here was three months ago." he says.
"Whatever. I'm not buying it." I say.
"Of course you aren't." he says, rolling his eyes.
"Now, this is why I'm always on the game." I say, "People always assume I'm a jerk."
"I'm not saying that!" he says, trying not to yell, but making it very clear that he's holding back.
I sigh. "Whatever. I'm going to sleep. I'll be on my game the next few weeks. Don't trash the apartment, and don't touch my headset." I say, walking into my bedroom. I notice a small book on my desk. Pasted in black lettering was the word 'Diary'.
When I was small, I used to write in a journal. Everyone laughed at me for it, so I stopped. It was odd that it was laying on my desk instead of my bookshelf, since I keep everything organized.
I read through it, mostly being messy handwriting and terrible grammar. I get to the last page, and at the bottom, written in red pen was the words Your Illegal.