I nodded, trying to look like a proper bureaucratic machine. In fact, my brain is running crazy - it has been seventy-two hours since I traveled to this Marvel Universe, and it was not until I received the employment notice from SHIELD yesterday that I finally confirmed that this was not some absurd dream.
As the elevator went up, I looked down through the glass walls at Washington, which was gradually waking up. In my previous life, I was an epidemiologist who died in a laboratory leak—at least that's what the official report said. Now, I'm the lowest-level clerk in SHIELD, responsible for writing psychological evaluation reports for field agents.
