It feels like you've been running for hours and you're about to collapse. You finally stop to rest against a lamp post when it hits you like the brick wall you just smashed into. You're standing in your childhood street. In the daytime. Did you just go back in time? On the verge of panic, you try to think. This has to be a hallucination brought on by a concussion. If you stay calm, and wait a minute, things will go back to normal. But standing around in the open when you're the target of a manhunt is not the wisest move to make. What if the concussion has nothing to do with this? This lamp post feels real. The walls feel real. You remember the old restaurant around the corner; you can get help there. What do you do?