You see that Peggy is at the kitchen counter, eating a sandwich. She turns in your direction. "Josh?" she asks, surprised. "Um..." you start, embarrassed. Your cheeks go red. "Yes, Peggy. Josh is going to be staying with us for a while." Deb says, putting her hands on your shoulders. "Why is he dressed like a baby?" Danielle asks, walking in from the living room. "That's not entirely important, sweetie. I'll tell you some other time." Deb says. Danielle and Peggy look at each other, and Danielle grabs an apple from the fridge, returning to the couch to watch tv. "Honey, what kind of sandwich do you want?" Deb asks you kindly. "Oh, I can make my own sandwich." you say politely, not knowing if she'll do anything weird to it. "Nonsense, you're the guest." Deb insists. "Ok. I'll have a roast beef sandwich, please." you agree reluctantly. Deb makes you the sandwich you requested. As she puts it on a plate for you, you sit down, and you hear the crinkle of your diaper. Peggy looks at you. She must have heard it too! You nervously smile, and Peggy goes back to eating her lunch. You sigh with relief. Deb walks over to the counter, and puts your sandwich in front of you on a plate. "Thank you." you say, dry mouthed. Deb smiles at you reassuringly, and you take a hesitant bite. A couple minutes later, you finish eating. You begin to feel dizzy. Deb smiles, and that is the last thing you see before you hit the floor with a loud thud, unconscious.
When you come to, you open your eyes. Your vision is blurred, and you look around. You can't move, and you are scared. 'There must've been something in that sandwich. Maybe some kind of tranquilizer.' you think. Your vision clears up a bit, and you see something odd over your head. It's a baby's mobile! 'What?' you ask yourself, confused. You look to the side, and see tall blue bars, reaching up rather high. 'Oh no, am I in a crib?' you ask yourself. You gulp as you realize you are in the nursery you saw earlier. You hear the door open, and Deb walks in. "Hi, Josh, honey. Did you have a good nap?" she asks sweetly, standing over the crib. You try to say something, but you can't. Deb talks again. "Good news, honey. The crib finally arrived, so your room is finally done. I hope you like it, because you're going to be here with us for quite a while." Deb says, smiling. You look up at her, and a confused expression on your face. "Oh, you don't understand, do you? Well, mommy may have put some sleeping pills in your lunch. Also, when I agreed to have you here while your parents are away, your mom told me that she knew about, well, you know what interests you. So, she helped me set up this room, just for you. I really do hope you like it, Josh." Deb responds. You feel like crying. How did your mom know! You begin to whimper, and the tears start. Deb picks you up. Man, was she strong. You look in the mirror, and see that you are still your sixteen year old self. You are embarrassed and scared. Deb rubs your back soothingly, trying to calm you down. She carries you over to a rocking chair, and sits down. She rocks, and you begin to slowly calm down. "There, honey. Now, I know this will be different for you, as your parents probably didn't know, but I promise you will have a great stay." Deb said. She sounded sincere, like she was willing to do this. She offers a reassuring smile, and you smile back. "Ok, now what do you want to do?" she asks you. You think. There was so much stuff you were too scared to do while your parents were home. "Umm, I guess I want to..."
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