Go knock on the door

You’ve come too far to back out now. With one last look to make sure you haven’t been followed, you take a deep breath and approach the front door and knock.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for a response. You reach up to wipe the sweat off your forehead. Even though you have occupied this body for some time now, you still get startled at the sight of the large, black hand that responds to your commands.

The door opens, and a grandmotherly-looking lady answers and smiles at you. “May I help you?”

“Um... Yes, I’m looking for Dr. Hotstetter,” you answer.

“Of course,” she says, motioning for you to come in. “May I tell him your name?”

“It’s Just—“ You stop yourself in mid-word. “I’m sorry. It’s TC.”

“TC?” she asks, as if she is expecting more, but when you offer nothing else, she guides you to a chair in the living room and motions for you to be seated. “Dr. Hotstetter will be with you shortly.”

You sit there, trying to collect yourself. For the millionth time, you run through your prepared explanation of what happened to you. Each time you do so, it sounds more and more implausible. You have half made up your mind to forget about this idea and leave, when you hear a door open and someone approaches.

“Good morning, Justin. I’m so glad you decided to come here.”

Shocked at hearing your real name, you turn and face the speaker. Your mouth drops open as you stand and come face to face with Dr. Burbank!