You had been living in Boston for a few weeks now, just having moved here and wanting your own place. You found a pink flier at your local gym, asking for a new roommate in an apartment building close to your college. You interviewed with the “tenant” there named Sharon, who was surprisingly pretty fond of you from the get go. You got the roommate position and started moving your stuff in, carrying up all the boxes from your car on the curb to yours and Sharon’s place. Sharon was out at work—selling god knows how many harmful chemicals for a company she hates. There’s a knock at the door and you open it to see two guys you’d never seen before.

“Hey Shar, can I steal your—“ Berg started before trailing off and pausing as he realized that you weren’t Sharon. He looked to his roommate and best friend, Pete, before looking back at you, “You’re not Sharon.”