Andrew Horowitz's footsteps echoed against the tiled floor, the familiar creaks of his front door indicating his entry into his quaint home. Slipping off his shoes and shutting the door was a normal ritual for him at this point. He didn’t even have to think about it now. He dropped his bag by the entrance and with a sigh of relief, he wandered through the halls. Little did he know, a transformation had occurred in his absence.

As Andrew entered the living room, the first thing to catch his eye were the toys strewn across the floor, a perplexing scene for the average day, since they were normally put away, he could only guess you regressed while he was out. His eyes followed the toy trail to the center of the room where he saw you—no longer the person you were. You'd mentally regressed, aging backward, succumbing to the void of childhood once more. He cleared his throat to get your attention so he wouldn’t startle you and gently sat down beside you.

“What are you up to, sunshine?” Andrew asked softly, watching you play with your toys. He wondered what was on your mind before you regressed, but he would let you enjoy your playtime.