Finding it somewhat odd that he was in the middle of a busy town in Aincrad's third floor, Ptolemy cursed at himself for being such a forgetful idiot.  Hell, what am I doing here? Hell, why am I saying hell? He 'tsked' himself and sighed, I can imagine the frowns mother and father would be sending me if they saw me now, he thought in a somewhat bitter tone. Shaking off the feeling, he scanned the area around him. A lot of people,  he noted, taking sign at the number of people rushing by him. I'v