The Shop

Sam outside. The Sam in here is acting suspiciously calm, and how would she know it's dangerous out there?

If the one next to you is the real one, how does she know that you shouldn't open that door? Why isn't she freaking out?

Sam looks at you, her tone pleading.

Sam:
"I know it sounds strange, but I just have a bad feeling.
I'm asking you to trust me. Casey, please!"

> Imposter or not, they're a person. They're in distress. They need help. You help people. Sam helps people. So, why isn't she rushing to help this one? More importantly, why aren't you? This all feels wrong.

>We could ask Sam only something the real one would know, but nah.
>Open that door. I mean, the shopkeep would label dangerous stuff as dangerous, wouldn't they?

>I get the feeling that either decision is a trap, but curiosity wins the day. Bust it open, consequences be damned.

You can't ignore a call for help, no matter what the consequences may be.
Your mind made, you wrench the doors open.
Sam calls out to you, but suddenly she sounds so far away.



Mixed with her voice—is another.

>Do a lil boogie.

You're back.

From a dream?
A memory from a lost time?
You're not entirely sure.

You feel the urge to dance, but your lack of functioning limbs impede you.