//there's no picture for this so you gotta imagine it.
When you were young you had a rag doll, it was about the size of a newborn baby, it made big blue buttons for eyes, plastic glasses and it meant everything to you, you named it Tenya, you would carry Tenya everywhere and whenever you would go to a restaurant you would even ask for a high chair for him, no one could get him away from you. But as you grew older you also grew apart from Tenya, so when you were moving out of your childhood home you put Tenya in his own special box, tapped it shut, took it to your new home, and put it in your closet, after a few years you forgot Tenya was in that box. Until one day the box seemed to be moving.
