You have decided to talk to the man!
“Who are you?” you ask.
“I’m Tucker. Do you know who you are?”
Why would he ask that? You stumble away, confused and sure his pan is what hurt your head.
“Get away,” you tell him.
“I understand,” he says. “You’re scared. Let me help you.”
You glance wildly around. You’re in a kitchen, but you’ve never seen this place before. There are photos all over the table, but you don’t recognize anyone in them.
You head really throbs. It’s hard to bear. “What did you do to me?”
The man’s face contorts, and you don’t know what it means.
“You don’t remember, do you?” he asks.
Your fear grows. Something’s very, very wrong.
You run through the nearest doorway. Now you’re in a living room.
To your left is the front door that you think will take you outside. You can get away from this man until you can figure out what is happening.
To your right is an open door to a bedroom. You could close yourself up in there, maybe lock the door, and see what you can learn in that room.
