I am visiting my grandmother, in an open empty house with no furniture except a chair, in which she sits, and a couch. On the couch is my grandfather Briggs, whom we all thought was dead for the last 20 years, but has merely been missing, and has now returned!

I sit down and talk with him, but he doesn't seem right. His facial shape is a little different, his eyes brighter, his voice more clear, not as crackled and broken as grampa's. I think he may be an impostor, but I'm not sure whether to tell grandma, as she seems to happy that he has returned.