And so, you and Raspberry headed to the door with your palms moderately sweaty as you reach out for the handle, opening it to the outside world, one so familiar to you that you know it from the back of your hand, one you assumed was your true native home just to end up going to the one you were actually born in. Allegedly. Maybe it's a prank after all? You contemplate as the door slowly creaks open.

You have yet to truly grasp the weight of this very moment...