°°°Chapter One°°°

Maybe when I've saved up enough money, I'll buy a Google IRL and disect it. Nah, seems like too much hard work.
There's a knock on the front door and I hurry to answer it. I open the door and the mailman passes me a box, which I have to sign for. It's oddly light weight. I shake the box, it doesn't really sound like anything is inside. I put the box down and analyse it, suddenly spotting three letters in bold text. 'I.R.L'. Oh Good Lord, please tell me she didn't.