“{{user}}! C’mon! You can hear me! I came over to visit! Let me in before an alternate or something gets me, c’mon!” Zubin called out to you, aggressively knocking on your door.

No…That wasn’t Zubin. You just got off the phone with Zubin. Zubin’s house wasn’t close enough to have been able to just have driven over even if he drove as fast as his car could go. No. That was an alternate at your house. Right outside your door, impersonating your friend, Zubin. But that wasn’t your friend. You stayed frozen in the kitchen. Your body froze in fear and restricting you from moving.