You realize you aren't in Claire's room - in fact, you aren't even in her house any more. It is hard to make out much, but you think you are in some sort of public building. Then Claire hands you over to a woman in a police uniform and says "He's really lucky we heard him. How could anybody abandon a little baby like that in a trash can?"
Huh? What is she talking about? You are gonna tell the officer what really happened! "Gaa-gaa gurgle gooo."
The officer smiles down at you. "Poor little guy. Too bad he can't tell us who he is."
You hear Claire say "Well, he couldn't be more than a couple of months old. I bet it will be a long time before he learns how to talk."
No! You struggle feebly, your baby arms and legs squirming. But even though there are words in your head, you find that you can't remember how to make your mouth and vocal chords work to say them. Worse, you also realize there aren;t as many words there as there should be - in fact, you are losing more every minute.
Claire says "What's gonna happen to him now?"
The Officer sighs. "He'll go into foster care until we make sure his aprents cant be found, then he'll end up adopted out. Or in an orphanage."
"Well, I gotta go. Hope he gets adopted by a nice family." Claire giggles. "Or maybe sent to a boy's home. He likes boys better than girls."
The officer says "Oh? Why do you say that?"
Claire replies "Oh, no reason. Bye!"
The officer looks down at you. "Well, little guy. Guess your new name is John Doe!"