She rose slowly, reaching out to touch this previously-disembodied narrator. He gently pushed her hand back.
"Yeah," he said slowly, as if speaking to a five year old. "I'm real, just like you are."
"But... but..." Adelaide stammered. "Where am I?"
"I told you, Manhattan. It's part of the deal, remember? You could come to the real world if I got to choose where you go."
Adelaide sat down on the bed again.
Matt checked his watch. "Well, I best be off."
"You're leaving me here?!"
"'Course not, silly! You're roommate's coming."
He stopped in the doorway. "Well, you need somebody to show you the ropes of New York. Besides, I have to go meet someone."
Matt stopped in the doorway again, this time with a smirk. "You'll find out in time."
A few moments after he closed the door it opened again, this time revealing a young woman not much older than Adelaide. She had a rather tired expression on her face, which turned to very mild surprise as she saw Adelaide sitting on the bed.
"Oh. Hey. You're that... new girl, that Matt was telling me about?" Adelaide, at a loss for words, nodded wide-eyed. She shook her head with a slight laugh. "You're not from New York, are you?" Adelaide shook her head no. "Name's Sarah, looks like we're gonna be roommates." She extended her hand. Adelaide looked at it. Sarah dropped a bit. "You're really not from here, are you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Sarah shrugged. "We'll have to work on that."