Primrose Lane

You wake up feeling groggy.

You remember nothing. Not where you are. Not how you got here. Not even your name.

Initially, you think you are alone in the basic looking bedroom you have regained consciousness in. You are not.

"You're awake! Mom! Daddy! He's awake!"

Within seconds, surely one of the most beautiful women you've ever laid eyes on is practically on top of you, smiling down excitedly. She is a wholesome and angelic looking blonde you'd estimate at around twenty one years of age.

"Thank goodness you finally came round, we were all so worried!" she tells you animatedly "I wasn't sure you were ever going to wake up, but I'm so happy that you have!"

Are you supposed to know this girl? She's acting very familiar with you.

"I'm sorry, but I'm struggling to get my bearings here. Where am I?"

"Number Eleven Primrose Lane, Greenvale, Missouri!" she trills helpfully.

That means nothing to you.

"And how long was I out?"

"Maybe forty eight hours"

Shit. You're no doctor but that sounds bad.

"And when was forty eight hours ago exactly?"

"Wow, you really were out of it, huh?" she giggles cutely "Lemme see. Two days ago would have been June fourteenth, nineteen sixty one"

1961? That doesn't sound right somehow, though you have no real idea of what year it should be.

"It was the most peculiar thing" the beautiful stranger recalls "Daddy found you lying on the ground outside our house, knocked out cold. We don't have a clue what happened to you and nobody else on the lane seems to know either. Do you remember anything at all about how you ended up like that?"

"Uh..."

"Now come on Mary Lou, at least give our guest a chance to wake up properly before you start fluttering your eyelashes at him!" a male voice chuckles in the background.

You look up to see a nicely turned out early middle aged couple, presumably Mary Lou's parents and your hosts, who have now made their way into the room.

"You'll have to forgive my daughter, Sport. She's at that age where she wants to find herself a nice man, but none of the guys in Greenvale are good enough for her, apparently. At least, not until you showed up. Mary Louise seems to have taken quite a shine to you."

Really? While you were unconscious?

"I gotta say though, you guys would make a fine looking couple!"

"And what about me, John?" his wife prompts her spouse impatiently as she preens her hair "Am I chopped liver here? Or are you going to introduce me to our guest too? After all, he may have a preference for a more mature lady with experience!"

"Forgive me, my dear!" the man, named John apparently, laughs and throws his hands up in mock surrender before turning back to you and gesturing at his wife "This is the love of my life, Mrs Betsy Benson, and she seems to have something of an eye for you too. You obviously have quite an effect on the ladies in this family!"

What, are these guys swingers or something? And, while admittedly most of your memories are gone, you have no sense that you ever had much of a way with women.

"You took quite a whack from someone or something, Champ" John tells you "Do you have any recollection of what caused it?"

"Nothing" you shake your head "Honestly, I don't even remember my name or where I'm from"

"Chuck, from Louisiana" John informs you as he tosses you a driving license "I found this lying on the sidewalk next to you."

You examine the card, which has your face and apparent details on it. It says your name is Chuck David. You were born on 7th July 1938. That makes you, what, twenty two? The issuing state was indeed Louisiana, though even if that is where you live, you have no idea in which town or city, let alone your actual address. Whatever or whoever got you, got you good.

"Look, we should probably give you some time and space to recover, Chuck" John tells you sympathetically "But you're welcome to stay with us as long as you want. I know the girls are going to love having you here!"

"Yay! We sure will!" Mary Lou cheers before leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek "Sweet dreams Chuck! You and I will get to know each other properly soon, I promise!"

"We'll all get to know our guest much more intimately, I'm sure" Betsy winks at you before she exits the room.

What the fuck is going on here?