You hear footsteps approaching your room but you have no time to hide. Your mother barges into your room as usual looking for the old you. When she sees an asian schoolboy in a weird outfit like a cartoon show her son watched on his computer, she is stunned. You had hoped that the socks accounted for the world changing with you but apparently they did.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked. You tried to respond but were too shy to even say anything. Besides, your english was so bad now that it was hard for you to even communicate.
"Nothing? I don't know how you know my son but you clearly don't belong here. I'm calling the cops young man."
This was getting bad. You had no identification and knew no one would believe your story.