Andy slept in the attic on more occasions than he would like to admit. Laying there amongst the knick knacks, the antiques, the memorabilia… It was a residency for things of the past. A place where he belonged.

The old house was filled with various indentations, objects, and furniture that signified multiple residents. Each sparking another memory in his mind. Some days he was late for work, because he wasn't old enough for work. He was still a kid, playing tag with Greg and Deb in the backyard.

He opens his eyes to a stuffed attic and an empty house.