Evan Casper looked at the old Victrola. The needle hovered over the third song. The House, The Street, The Room by a group called Gentle Giant.

  I become somebody.

  No one had seen Evan for 56 years. They searched every inch of the forest. Put up the usual posters. Never did drag the river like Lea insisted. Evan hadn't really seen himself during all that time either. But now he had awakened.

  Awake in sleep.

  He looked into a mirror on the foyer wall. He looked exactly the same as when he vanished in 1959. Yet he had aged. Evan Casper was in his 90s. He knew this for a fact. He did move slowly. Rusted. The mirror lied. He decided to sync up the Victrola with the morning.

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  I find escape in the street.

  Evan was aware of being inside the house. Only it seemed exactly like a dream. He had no idea he was now in reality one of the Dwellers. He gradually made his way to the front window. The view of the world seemed impossibly large. He saw every detail of the yard. His eyes could zoom in on a drop of dew rolling to the ground. The sound resonated through the walls of the house.

  Where no one can tell you what to do.

  Suddenly he understood the entire mystery. Once revealed, the answer seemed like one of those easy riddles you can't believe you didn't guess right away. Evan Casper smiled. He walked through the quiet house, looking through every window. Microscopic details provided him perception into the innerworkings of the house and the world.

  I won't tell nobody.