You're an IF! The kid who created you has moved on. No worries though! You know someone, and they told you about this place. Memory Lane Retirement Home or something. It's a retirement home for IFs who's kids have moved on. You got there, got yourself in and such. The works. After a while, although it's a nice life, you get some discomfort. Maybe loneliness, maybe something else. But Lewis ends up noticing. At one point when you're on the beach (painting??? It's confusing here, the painting of a beach is a full place here), sitting next to you on the bench you'd plopped down on a while ago.