James had a moment of confusion. He was laid on his kitchen floor. The tiles -- which had probably once been white, but lived in James' memory as a grubby grey -- were cold against his bare arms. How had he got here? But as soon as he thought the question, it was gone and he wondered what he'd been thinking and why he'd been confused. He had always lived here. This was where he belonged. This was normal.
He climbed to his feet, realising he was wearing his favourite top: it was red, with a picture of Noddy. Like before, his surprise at seeing the top on himself vanished almost instantly, replaced with fondness and a sense of... rightness. It was like he'd been away on holiday for a long time and was coming back to a house that had been waiting for him, coming back to normality. He realised with a smile that he'd be able to find that DVD of Iron Man that his mum had given away when he was nine without asking him. As he turned to go and find it, he noticed Rosemary and Ben also in his childhood kitchen. Reality came smashing down.
"Oh God," he said. He had been completely swept away in the dream, in his six-year-old head. He had forgotten about everything. "Well," he looked down at the Noddy top, resized to fit his adult body. "This is embarrassing."