"Counting on those people at the top? You'd be better off hoping time fell from the sky."
Will snorted. Sarah shook her head and said, "Enough about that. Hurry up and get to work. With so many newcomers around, you might get fired if you don't show some initiative."
"Oh, and if the people in charge dock your pay or demand you work overtime for free, don't quit, and don't lose your temper. At least not for now. Jobs are going to be very hard to find."
"They know jobs are hard to find right now, so they'll definitely dock my pay. Those people are like jackals. Give them an opening, and they'll always take a bite out of you."
Will sighed. He didn't want to go to work at all, but it wasn't as though he had a choice. If he didn't work, he would die.
"That's life."
Sarah thought for a moment, then said, "I'll go pay the rent first. Once you get paid tonight, remember to wait for me at the intersection and transfer some time to me. Otherwise, I might not have enough."
"I know. Ugh, life is hard."
Will nodded, picked up a piece of bread, and got up to leave for work. Sarah did the same. Although she was already fifty, she still had to work, no differently than before.
The poor in this world truly worked for every day they lived, with almost no chance to rest.
Soon, Will left home. Along the road, he saw quite a few homeless New Yorkers sleeping on the streets.
These New Yorkers supposedly came from another world, one that was incredibly prosperous, where money wasn't the currency. Few people believed them, though. After all, the idea of other worlds was simply too incredible.
Will believed them