Okay, I get it. I don’t look like Harriet Tubman.

I was in some extravagant house, the owner was a bit vague in talking about it, but as I headed downstairs she told me that the people would greet me and show me the way. I went down and it was completely dark and empty apart from a few old small chairs and the light of tiny dirty windows. I turned a corner and saw a litle kid. He told me this was the railroad. Confused, I asked where everyone was. He pointed behind me, at the empty kitchen. More confused, I asked him what he meant by that. Ge walked over and opened the oven, saying I had to go through there. When I crawled in the entire inside tilted and I could see it was a conveyor in disguise. Once I was on it fully it started moving. It carried me into a vast open cave and I could see light and people in the distance where it was taking me. When I got there they could tell I was never a slave and did not belong with them. Some were hostile, concerned I might be an enemy. They’d gathered around me with their tools as weapons and I woke up.