Who is this guy?

A young, brown-haired man, dressed in a worn-out pair of jeans and a dirty white t-shirt is standing at the door. "Hello, Mr. Mathers," he greets you.

"Uh, hello," you greet him back.

There is a long moment of awkward silence. Who is this young man? Are you supposed to know him? Why is he here? The wish should have given you some sort of new memories about your life as a farm owner, right? Apparently, though, that is not the case.

"Um, you okay, Mr. Mathers?" the young man asks, concerned.

You smile. "I'm fine," you reply. "Come on in."

"Um . . . okay," the young man says uncertainly. "But I thought you wanted to get right to work showing me how to use the combine."

"Oh . . . right!" you blurt out. "Uh, well, I was . . . feeling a little light-headed. Must be the heat getting to me!" You laugh nervously and wipe your forehead. "Why don't you come in? I was just going to have a cold drink before we get started. You want something?"

"Um . . . sure," the young man replies. "Are you feeling okay, Mr. Mathers? I've never seen you like this before."

"I'm all right," you assure him, wondering how to figure out what this young man's name is.

You and the young man walk into the kitchen. The young man takes a seat at the breakfast table, while you walk toward the refrigerator and open it.

"What would you like to drink?" you ask the young man, hoping that maybe you can get some more information about this new reality your wish has created.

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