Ida's POV
"Ummm...who's there?" I scream from the top of the steps I heard someone walking in my house.
Just as a precaution, I reach back into my room and find scissors. I tiptoe down the stairs to find a mysterious man sitting on my couch.
He slowly turns to face me and says, "You aren't Peter."
"No really?" I mused.
"Uhhh...crap, forget this happened."
The man walks out of the door. I lock the door that I apparently forgot to lock earlier and run up the steps to my room.
I sit on my bed and think of how familiar that man seemed. I grab my laptop and try to scour the internet for answers.