I sit on a bench, watching my kid running around a playground. He’s currently trying to go up the slide while other kids go down. I’m about to tell him to take his turn, when I hear that voice for the first time.

“Hey, don’t freak out.”

I freak out. The voice is frighteningly familiar.

“I just want to sit here, with you, for a bit.”

I turn my head, and I see a face. I stare at it. The face smiles at me, weakly. It’s my face. But it’s really not.

“Are you freaking out?”