Doors and More Doors
"I like your style, bunny!" you say, hoping it elicits some sort of helpful attitude from the bunny. It does, and the bunny smiles and shakes your hand. Its paw feels as soft as a hundred thousand pillows.
"I see you just walked through a random door, where did you come from?" it asks cheerily. That's a good question. You know you were in a room with a few doors, but you do not know where you were before that, or who you were. It'd probably be a good thing to try to figure out, but you have no idea where to start. The bunny sees you struggling with that question and nods like he knows exactly what's going on in your mind. It breaks the silence, in a much more serious tone, "You're not the first."
"I see you just walked through a random door, where did you come from?" it asks cheerily. That's a good question. You know you were in a room with a few doors, but you do not know where you were before that, or who you were. It'd probably be a good thing to try to figure out, but you have no idea where to start. The bunny sees you struggling with that question and nods like he knows exactly what's going on in your mind. It breaks the silence, in a much more serious tone, "You're not the first."