The sun beam races through the curtains, to hit the sleepy face of a young man who is in his early twenties. The sun light was cruel. He twists and turns away from the hot beam. He yawns a bit, before rubbing his eyes. His memory was foggy. He barely remembers, him coming back from his best friend, birthday party. He takes a siting position before moving his legs outside the bed. He rubs his eyes again, before going to the bathroom. As he looks for his red toothbrush, he didn’t find it in his cup besides the sink. He looks under the sink and in his bathtub. But he couldn’t find it, so he uses the toothpaste by putting it on his finger before rubbing it against his teeth. He gargle and heads towards the bathtub for a quick shower. He needs to finish his morning routine quickly. He heads toward the kitchen, but sees three objects on his kitchen table. A tea cup, a top hat and a cellphone (which was not his). He panics for seeing these things. But he remembers his psychiatrist, warning if he doesn’t do his morning routine as his advice, he could have a relapse. He shakes his head, before giving his cheeks a burning sensation by his balms. He quickly turns his attention to the fridge. He went straight to the fridge and pulls the door wide open, as he search for some eggs to prepare his famous signature dish, runny scrambled eggs. Luckily he has three eggs to use, a bottle of milk and… a teapot? He doesn’t remember having one. The teapot was unique in shape; almost as if it is from the days of his great, great grandmother. He was sure, he couldn’t afford such an item, let alone owning one. He runs outside his apartment to check if he is in the right place and checks the number plate on his door; number ‘twenty three’ it shows. He blinks again and inters his apartment once again. Still shaking. Not sure what to make of this. He knows something must have happened last night at the party, or he wouldn’t have found strange objects in the kitchen. He wanted to call his friend to check if by mistake he took something from his friend’s house, by mistake or by a dare. He looks again for his cellphone, but no luck was on his side today. He almost freaked out. Everything he owns seems to be either misplaced or missing from his apartment. He was ready to run again outside his apartment to his friend’s house, but as soon as he opens the door. He sees a young man in his early twenties, looking a lot like him, they could even be twins. However, the young man is wearing a gentleman’s outfit dated to the year of the Victorian era. He coughs a bit a said calmly, “I believe this cellphone belongs to you?” He pulls out a blue cellphone which shows on his main screen thirty messages (mostly from his mom) he quickly takes the cellphone ignoring the gentleman who calmly slips by, to take his top hat, his tea cup and the teapot which was chilled nicely. He pours himself a cup of chilled tea, which is strange, since the tea is usually dark red, here it is light pink. The stranger takes a sip, before taking his cellphone and dial a number in four digits before he vanishes into thin air. All that was happening behind the poor soul, who was busy apologizing to his worried mother.