You were back at home. Not 'home', it was home. Ever since you knew yourself, the place you adored, you cherished, you remembered. You sat down by the river, the moonlight shimmering on the water. But you could hear the soft thuds of something moving along with the river...You took a look, ending up grabbing it with a moment's decision. You grabbed the huge doll by the wrist, the fabric attached to the layer of plastic below it softer than velvet. You pulled it out, the doll collapsing on you, soaking your clothes. But it wasn't the thing to focus on. He was moving. You gulped. And so he did. He was nervous. And so you were. You thought it was haunted at first, but no, it was just a soul stuck there. Things happen, right? Just like everybody died. You were home, and the rest was dead. And so he was. But he was stuck in this doll, looking for another body, letting the world drag him around until he finds it. He lifted his face up, his eyes both fearful and hopeful.

"Hello...?"