You were reminiscing. You were stooped over a small, boxy television, watching old home videos from your family before becoming a proxy, as they had done every year. A few of the tapes were the only thing you could think to take with you, and one of the only things that kept you sane. The light from the screen illuminated your misty eyes, tears threatening your lower lashes. One splashed on the carpet when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, perking up at it. "Hey, can I come in?"