Jason was just going to drive around his neighborhood, but found himself driving in a completely different direction instead, one that took him towards the more upscale part of town. He didn't know why, but he felt drawn there. Like it was where he was supposed to be.
He continued on until he found a 3-floor brick monstrosity and parked his car. The house was huge and must have cost a fortune to make and also to buy. For some reason, even though he had never seen it before, the large house seemed familiar to him. Why was that?
By now, he had aged even more, becoming 39 years old. And his skin had become smooth and hairless, while his hair had grown a little longer (now down to just above his shoulders) and had lightened a bit more as well.
Jason headed up the front door, realizing that he didn't have his key. Wait, why would I think I had a key? he thought, then ended up just ringing the doorbell.
A moment later, a man in his mid-fifties opened the door.
"Can I help you?" the man asked.
"Well, you can let me in, dear. That'll be a start," Jason said. Why did he say that?
The man blinked, then said "Oh, of course."
Jason walked inside.
