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Your mother, Molly, walks into the room, and smiles. Partly because of the new room esthetic, and how silly it seemed to have a 16 year old boy wake up in a room like this. But partly too, because she knew this would all be fixed soon enough.

"Alright, Miles, time for your bath." Molly smiled.

You were instantly confused. "What bath?" you said "What's going on?"

"Don't you like your baths, Miles?" Molly asked.

You were about to say something else, but then a thought came into your head. Maybe a bath didn't sound so bad. In fact, it seemed nice.

Still, part of you wanted some answers as to why this was all happening.