You travel up the creaky stairs of your new dusty house, into your drafty room. You crawl into a small door that has not always been there, and travel through a cramped, colorful, strange tunnel. Emerging from the other end, you find yourself back in your house, but a better, cleaner, nicer version of it. You travel downstairs, and see in the kitchen is your Mother... only not quite. She's taller, curvier, a tad younger... and has buttons for eyes... "Oh? Good morning, Darling... Breakfast will almost be done, just sit yourself down~"