My name is.. my name is.. well, I can’t be sure exactly what my name is or where I am. I am peering out of eyes that don’t quite feel like mine. I am in the backseat of a car, it’s night, and a familiar man is sitting in the front seat driving. We pull up to a home where a woman and her two daughters come out eagerly to greet us. The man opens the back door and pulls me out.