It was no secret or surprise that, when Charlie disappeared into her room at night, she wasn't sleeping as normal. She was in a deep sleep mode more than anything. It had never occurred to her that was what she was doing prior to living in Madison among many other things.
While in the midst of her sleep mode, much of her memories continued to cycle. Moving from her time playing with her twin brother, Sammy, arguing with her Aunt Jennifer, watching her father work in his workshop shed, hanging out with her friends in Hurricane, and her adventure at Freddy's.
Depending on how deeply her memories delved into her history with the animatronics, William Afton, or Elizabeth, depended on how well Charlie rested. For the moment, things were calm. She was comfortable.
She was chatting with Sammy, though he was behind the partially-closed door and unseen. Charlie didn't seem to be phased by it, going on about things in the town, the Freelancers, and Church. She hadn't even noticed the new environment until the familiar voice greeted her.
Her attention was pulled from the mystery that was her brother and Charlie blinked a few times. "John?" No. Things were different. Like Tim having similarities to John, so did--