Who is Velma Dinkley?

Running. You're running. That's all you can remember. Running. But there's something else. Horror. Something's chasing you. You're not meant to be chased, it wasn't meant to be you. It wasn't meant to be you, but you can't remember why. It's dark and your last memory is running. Running and a man's voice. "Don't come this way! You'll trigger the trap!" Then something catches around your foot and someone screams. Darkness and a pain in your head when you realize the screamer is you. But who are you?

The room is white. That's the first thing you notice. The second thing is the machinery. You are hooked up to several different hospital machines. You can't tell what machines they are because you can barely see. Your vision is all blurry, like you're wearing someone else's glasses… Or maybe you're not wearing your own. The machines are just grey blots against the brilliant white. The only reason you can even tell what they are is the uncomfortable feeling in your arm. You try to speak, but it feels like your tongue has shriveled in your mouth. You can't move. Just as your begin to close your eyes, something moves opposite your bed. A door that you hadn't seen opens and a blurry figure comes in. They say something, but your ears don't seem to work either. They say something else and walk out of the room again. Slowly your eyes start to close. Darkness falls and sleep claims you for its own once again.

You are sitting in a bright place. You see people you almost recognize, but you can't pin names to faces. There is laughter and talking, you can smell food. Someone is talking to you but you can't make out a word they're saying. The room starts to spin around you. The person keeps talking, repeating a single phrase over and over. The room spins faster and you can finally make out the phrase. "Who are you?" "Who areyou?"
Somehow this makes you anxious and you start to panic "I don't know!" you shout. The room stops spinning. Everything stops. The lights, the people, the noise. Darkness. The voice of the other person speaks again, except it's your voice. It was always your voice. "Who are you?" it whispers.