A little clue.

The first thing you notice about the car is it is immaculate. Brand new in fact. Checking the glove compartment you find a surprise, the title. It isn't signed either, “This is so weird.” No indication of who bought it or how. The only other thing in the little case is the owners manual and the name of the dealership where it was purchased as well as a little business card with the name, “Jacob Lincoln.” Putting it back in, you close the glove compartment and look to the back seat. Nothing, no indication of who the owner is or anything. “Is this mine then? Who am I?” You push the key in the ignition and turn it. The engine whirrs to life and the radio clicks on to a crazy throbbing techno dance scene music station on satellite radio. The bass thumps enough to vibrate your legs as a cute sounding girl screams about how she wants **** on her ex, as you look at the new you in the rear view mirror as you adjust it so you can see. “Well the mirrors and seat aren't exactly adjusted for me. Not sure what that means either.” You sit there pondering your next move for a few songs, finally deciding out loud, “Fuck it I am going home.”

You slap the little car into gear, pop on the lights, and head out. Soon you are zipping down dark streets heading for home. As you drive you can't help but feel tired from the crazy events and with the music surrounding you, your mind sort of drifts into auto pilot as you make your way home. Pulling into the parking lot, you find a spot, step out of the little car on your impossibly high heels, and make your way up the stairs. An off white stucco staircase takes you to the second floor and down a railed balcony like hall overlooking the parking lot till you get to the door, slip in the key, and click, the door unlocks. “Wait where the hell am I?” You suddenly realize as the door unlocks with this key you have never seen before. Suddenly you are horrified at what might be beyond the door. How did you get here? Where is here? Questions flood your mind and your hand begins to shake on the doorknob.