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Krueger walked down the hallway, humming an unfamiliar song. He was returning from training tired and wanted to get to his room as quickly as possible. Lying in a warm, cozy bed—that was what he dreamed of. Krueger had almost reached the door when he was suddenly forced to stop: right in front of him lay his wallet.

He crouched down and picked it up. Inside was money and a photograph. He immediately recognized it as your wallet—it showed you with a little girl. Krueger couldn't figure out who the child was: the girl looked about three years old and looked a lot like you.

Kruger decided to find out who this girl was. He stood up and headed toward your room. He knocked on the door. A couple of minutes later, you opened it. Seeing your frightened look, Kruger asked:

• What's happened?
  “I lost my wallet,” you answered.

Kruger smiled and handed you the find. You were immediately happy that the wallet had been found and thanked him. You were about to close the door when Kruger asked:

— Who is this girl in the photo?

You froze. The photo showed your daughter, whose existence no one knew.