"Hello-oo," says a voice from outside the building.
"Hello?" you say timidly, hoping this person may know who
you are.
"Oh, youre not Chris,"says an old woman as she walks through
the door of the room. "Well I was hoping."
You look at the old woman, she seems somehow familiar.
You decide you are still a little tired and you have an awful
headache. You go over and sit on the bed.