There is a sudden flash of light from all around that blinds you momentarily. As your eyes return to normal, you momentarily see several unknown rune shapes. Visions and memories, not your own, flood your mind. There are the eyes of a woman, auburn-haired. Laughing. Her name is Molly. Here are the cracked and peeling houses of the neighborhood where the you-who-is-not-you grew up. Two small boys are chasing a dog through a field. One of them has a bb gun, and will shoot it in the side. The wound will get infected, and the dog will die. The symbols fade and the world rightens. Thrum thrum thrum.