March 21st, 2035

I go back to the Vintage shop. The vintage woman has been waiting for me.

'Welcome back.' she says, 'I'll lend you another paper. Read it. Take your time and read it.'

This newspaper is a year later from the last one, 'Hanman's Final Preparations Are Complete, The Project Has Begun.'

What's this?... A memory? It's the same newspaper... but in a different place. Who are they? Nannies? Toys? There's a board in front of me and a door. This room is also white. I'm turning the pages. I can't read them. They're saying something. I can't hear them. They're calling me. They're calling...

'Iana..' they said.

'Iana...Ju..iana...liana!... Juliana!' I hear them! I'm back to my present self. was I in a trance? The vintage woman is minding her own business. She doesn't know.

Juliana... Who is Juliana? Why does it sound familiar? Its... It's my name... How can I forget? They didn't change my name. Nobody ever called me by my name. That's why I forgot.