How do you feel when you wake up in a strange place...

...yet every face that greets you knows your name?

The walls are unfamiliar, the light falls differently, and the scent in the air is not your own. But the voices that call out to you carry the warmth of recognition.

Is it comfort—to be known in the unknown?
Or is it a quiet panic—because they see a person you aren't sure you recognize anymore?