You wake slowly, wrapped in snuggly in covers, your head buried deep in the softest pillow you've ever felt. You can't remember what it was ever like to be uncomfortable, this feels heavenly. Actually, now that you think about it you can't remember much before this moment. You wrack your brain for anything, any moment prior to waking up in this mysterious bed but everything is a grey blur, you can only manage to conjure up silhouettes and half remembered words. You suddenly shift into a state of panic. Where am I? WHO am I? What am I doing here? Why can't I remember anything? Your eyes snap open and you scan the room in panic. Everything seems fairly inconspicuous, with nothing instantly jumping out as out of the ordinary. You seem to be in what looks like a hotel room, the walls are a light pink colour, a glass sliding door which opens onto a balcony, obscured only by a thin pair of curtains. There is very little furniture furnishing the room, only a large leather sofa opposite the balcony, a small wardrobe on the far side of the room and next to it a chest of drawers with a tv mounted into the wall above it. You notice the first strange thing about the room when your eyes pan upward and you jump a little as you find someone staring back at you. After the initial shock you realise that the unfamiliar face looking back at you is you're own.