…your startled by the sound of a woman clearing her throat behind you. Your head darts around instinctively and you see a tall, thin woman glaring down at you with a look of anger in her eyes. Behind her is a stern-looking man in an untailered business suit.
"Max, you know you’re not supposed to run off like that!" the woman scorns.
You let go of the bundle of balloons in shock, and it floats off lazily into the sky. "My names not Max!" you yelled at the woman, but she wasn’t hearing it. You look around frantically, but the kid in your body has vanished. The woman grasps the hoodie you’re wearing forcefully and starts practically dragging you. "That’s it, we’re leaving right now!" she yells at you.