Not at all! It seems like there isn't anyone other than someone waiting behind a counter inside the police station at the moment. The man has a strange ability to not seem to be giving Meadow any attention, even as he sneaks a glance at her once in a while? It's a strange effect.

The effect is not entirely lost on Meadow, but she'd still be pretty on edge even if he was deeply engrossed in something and was obviously completely ignoring her.

...What is she even going to say. There's not much point in bringing up the Epic Prank hypothesis, it's either incorrect or the guy will be in on it. Her brain has decided that she cannot share the Weird Magic hypothesis because she'd sound crazy. So she supposes that leaves:

"...hi. I think I've probably become entirely detached from reality. Or something."

"...uhh, what happened? Are you scared? Do you want to see a psychologist, and... be isolated for a bit, so you can see if you're starting to feel like you're coming back to your senses? Don't worry, we'll still care for you."

Ughhh okay fine she needs to give an actual explanation doesn't she.

"I woke up in the park, pretty hungover. I do not recognize this city at all, my phone cannot connect to the internet, and also. Uh. I remember a whole lot of websites that seem not to exist anymore, and world maps don't match my memory. None of the continents are shaped how they should be."

"So uh. Yeah maybe isolation sounds nice. And I guess I can see a psychologist if I have to."

"... do you feel comfortable showing me your phone? I think... you have a perfect grip, on a very, very bizarre reality."

That would be a massive privacy violation??? What the hell?

Okay fine Meadow supposes this is the kind of scenario that sorta calls for that.

"...if there are other options I'd rather not."

"Yes, there are absolutely other options! You can just spend some time in isolation, and see if that makes you feel better. What were you thinking when you said isolation? Do you... just want someplace to stay by yourself, where you can get your bearings, and maybe feel safer, more... attached to reality?"

"...Yes. That sounds nice."

Probably like a device that can connect to the internet would be helpful but she does not like asking for things so she's probably just gonna go along with whatever they suggest.

"...well, we'd have to set you up with an apartment, first of all. I'm happy to advance you enough money to start, I'm sure you have enough in basic to pay me back, once you're back in the system. Do you... want somewhere far away from people, maybe on the outskirts of town?"

Okay, that's a pretty good read on her. She'd be relieved, except that now she's spiraling about how if anyone understands her too well they'll start judging her even more than they already do.

"...Yeah. Sure. Let's do that."

(Wait—do the police here pay for things out of their own pockets? Are they just expecting police officers to hope that random clients can pay them back? She'd really rather not be personally responsible for making sure this guy is reimbursed.)

"I can... find you someplace? You don't seem like the type to enjoy surprises, so I'd be happy to show you a few ads and to get you a few looks at your options." They univerally have one very big living room with a window that's essentially an entire wall, a bedroom that's not much bigger than the (king-size) bed, and a bathroom that comes with a very nice looking and large shower cabinet built on top of a generously spacious tub. None of the units are available in anything smaller than maybe 400 or so square feet.

Heights make her anxious. And she needs blackout curtains. She'd like a kitchen, even if she usually ends up just getting food delivered.

She's not going to be very picky though. She will look at like three or four options to get a sense of the distribution, and then go for one that looks fine.

The lowest currently available apartment is in the 4th floor; it's just under 600 square feet. They all come with LCD glass that can work as blackout curtains if she wants; they can block a huge %age of the light. The big issue is a kitchen; actual kitchens are incredibly rare. But this unit has a microwave and tons of accessories, so she can do a lot of cooking using those, actually.

She waffles a little and decides that, even if the fourth floor is high enough to bother her, probably it's still meaningfully better than something even higher.

That basically looks like a normal kitchen to her, for a one-person apartment, as long as there's a fridge and some sort of burner that it looks like she could make scrambled eggs on.

...there's a microwave with an accessory that works for making scrambled eggs on top of the fridge! She can have the eggs sent to her apartment like how she can have food delivered.

Yeah, she'll take that one. How does she get there?

It'd be another subway ride. The fare is tiny enough; the officer is happy to advance that, too. Once she's gotten some time to relax and settle in, the basic income will cover the advances many times over.

(It's not lacking the money that she's worried about. She's worried she will end up procrastinating the process of sending the money forever. She is not going to actually mention this.)

Is that all, then?

Yes! Meadow can get some space and some time by herself, so she can - destress, do some self-care, and ease into her... extremely shocking situation.

She is going to barely manage to not break down crying on the subway ride by staring at her phone. How does she get her key, exactly?

There's a code - she got it on a plastic card - and it opens one of the lockers at har arrival station. The key is quite small, but it's cylindrical and fits very comfortably between Meadow's fingers. And it seems like a very, very safe key.

...as opposed to a dangerous key? Are they scared of sharp edges, or something? She's gonna assume the shape of the key is just like, an aesthetic thing. If the key looks electronic rather than mechanical, she might worry a little about how keys really seem like the kinda thing you want to still work in power outages, but she doesn't have the energy to actually care very much about this.

As she enters the front door leading into the massive building, she quicky finds the elevator taking her to her apartment. Entering it reveals that it is utterly huge, with lots of open space around her. It's near-perfectly quiet, and heads up the 4 floors at an incredible rate.

She is not used to elevators being that quiet. (It's normally not that big a deal because she has ear buds in with music on, but she's currently vaguely worried that she will never find a charger for her electronic devices again. Even though this is a kind of silly thing to worry about—if they are in fact artifacts from another world there's obviously going to be someone willing to make a charger in return for the chance to look at how they work. But, that sounds like such a hassle to deal with, so the thought does not actually cheer her up at all about it.)

Upon entering the apartment, she will immediately drop her backpack and dive onto the bed.

In principle, she ought to spend some time figuring out what to actually do about. Any of her problems. But actually she's going to lay there feeling pathetic and freaking out about the fact that she's being forced to actually give up on the hope that someday all her relationships that ended due to her patheticness would somehow magically fix themselves and being terrified of the idea that she's probably going to just girlrot in this apartment for the rest of her natural life.

She will do this for quite a while.