I had been running for days. I couldn’t remember the last time I showered, and then it hit me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done anything. I didn’t know where I was or why I was there. I did know who I was though. I was— I am Watson Clarke, a second grade elementary school teacher who… who, what? I couldn’t remember. The town I was in seemed friendly enough, although I couldn’t understand a word of the language. I was far from home and I couldn’t remember why. I entered what looked like a coffee shop, but the walls were covered in vines. An old woman stood behind a wooden counter, peering at me with snow-covered eyes.
“I know why you are here, " she said to me, in a thick Russian accent, “Which is more than you can say for yourself.”
I walked towards her, but she put up a hand.
“Do not come any closer, I know who you are.”
“My name is Watson Clarke, I am a second grade elementary school teacher.”
“Are you?”
I was about to speak,
And then I woke up.