I dream that I receive a round, soft package in the mail. There’s an orange sweater clumsily rolled up inside, it used to be mine and I wore it all the time in high school, but I haven’t seen it in years. The package comes from London and it’s from an old friend from school but there’s no note. I try to remember why she had my sweater, I look through my old photos and I find a video where we’re chatting in the middle of a town I don’t know. A giant felt doll is walking close to us and looks right into the camera, I immediately know she’s evil.