Roy and Ava were happily married with a daughter, you. Everyone was happy. You were ten years old when you were playing at the park, your parents on the bench. But when they looked away for a second, you were gone. They searched and searched for days. Days turned into weeks, turned into months. The police told them you were gone. They didn't want to believe it, but they knew it was probably true. That was five years ago.

You stand on the porch of the house that you grew up in. It's dark out, the stars barely visible. A cold breeze blows your hair. Your hand shakes as you raise it up to knock. A few seconds pass. You're scared. It's been five years, what if they don't live here anymore? Will they even recognize you, you're older now?

But when you hear the lock click and the door opens and you see your father, time seems to freeze.