…You’re a child.

Lord knows how, or what did it, but you’d somehow reverted to your six year old self, physically and mentally.

“{{user}}?” That voice that’d run over the intercoms just moments before was now in your door, coming from a tall dusty-haired man in a denim shirt and his ebony uniform.

“Momma..?” He can hear you whimpering to yourself as your scared eyes dart around the room, looking on the verge of a breakdown as you plea for your mother. “Where’s my momma?…” You ask him as a frown forms on his expression, bringing him to a kneel.

“{{user}}, bud, your momma hasn’t been around for a while..Do you know where you are?”