A brownish-red, endearing teddy bear is seated on the top shelf of the study. Aaron glanced at it after patiently finishing his risk assessment report, wondering how it got there. This report was especially demanding from him. He always knew the basic structure, style and type of writing the company was interested in, however, something was stopping him from putting in everything he could into this paper. Maybe it was all too stressful for him. Then again, when the new year began he always found it tough to get back into the routine of things.

After contemplating these things in his head and balancing the many thoughts he had, he stared back at the enigmatic teddy bear. How did it get there? He thought to himself. Perhaps his nephew had left it there, or it was a distant memory from his childhood, one in which his mind could not recollect from all those years ago.

Aaron always knew exactly where certain items were placed around the house and why they were there specifically. He knew that his wife, Cara, would always leave half a cup of tea on the kitchen bench on Wednesday mornings. Those same evenings she would always FaceTime her book club and discreetly down a sweet glass of red wine. It became obvious fairly quickly that she was more caught up in the gossip of her friend group than the contents of the books itself. Aaron thought of it more as a social catch-up, even though she would never admit it.

As these thoughts bounced around in his constantly thinking brain, he could not for the life of him understand where the teddy bear came from. He stood up from his black, squeaky desk chair and stretched his tired arms, barely managing to grasp the children's toy without the help of a stool to raise his height. Aaron was already two steps ahead of any normal person when he studied the barcode and tag that comes with any product. He knew that if it was a gift from someone it might have a special letter or name on the bear somewhere. To his astounding surprise he found that there was nothing of the sort. No names, tags or any evidence of where this enthralling toy even came from.

As he perilously studied the teddy bear, running his eyes up and down investigating every inch of the object, he realised that he wouldn't find an answer. Not now at least. Maybe Cara would know? He thought. Aaron walked to open the office door when he suddenly heard something very odd, coming from seemingly behind him.

*WHOOSH*

It sounded like a gust of wind with some words sprinkled within this strange noise. Aaron struggled to make out what words were being said and, to his astonishment, he saw that the office window was completely closed.

His concern grew. He checked the computer for any unwanted advertisements that may have popped up and was woefully disappointed. Maybe he was imagining things, or maybe he was dreaming due to the boredom of the work report. No, not this time. Aaron knew that his dreams were more normal than what was happening here. Even his wife would often call them, 'Perfectly boring', upon hearing about them the next morning.

*WHOOSH*

There it was again. This time he could make some words out.

"...change anything..."

Change anything? Aaron couldn't understand what this sound or 'thing' was trying to tell him. Starting to panic now, Aaron began to speak out loud, partially under his breath.

"What do you mean change anything! What does that mean... Who are you?"

He had enough now. He scurried to the office door for a second time, shaking his agitated head. This time the wind was so strong that it knocked him off his feet onto the carpet. He didn't know what to think, how to react and what was the point of all this.

It was no longer one gust of wind anymore. It was constant... and it was stronger. The whole room began to quake. Papers flew in the air, like when graduates throw their hats to the sky and cheer. The chair had flipped over, crashing into the wall on the opposite end of the room. The wind began to swell in the centre of the room, directly where Aaron was squabbling. He frantically grabbed flying papers, flailing his arms up above him, hoping to stop everything that was happening. He lost his footing as he jumped up to reach the higher papers. Now he felt utterly helpless. In an image of confusion and sheer vulnerability, he laid on the floor, and all he could do was hope. Hope for all of this to be over.

Then... there was silence. The papers all dropped at once. The wind subsided in an instant. There... was... nothing.

The voice came back, for one last time. This time Aaron heard the whole thing. A soft, innocent whisper. The whisper of a little girl.

"Daddy... I wouldn't change anything at all."

Aaron felt as though he had just run a marathon, if the marathon came with extreme weather and minor PTSD. His legs had given out. His palms and armpits were drowned in sweat. He needed to take a minute to process what on earth had just happened. Every object in the room was thrown to its opposite end.

Aaron, very confused and alarmed, pondered those words in his head. What does it mean? Why did this happen? Perhaps the most important question to ask was... Who is the little girl?

As he cleaned the room from its intense destruction he noticed that the teddy bear hadn't moved an inch. It was still there, sitting, waiting, watching. He clutched onto the children's toy, studying it for one last time, in search of answers. Deep down he knew that there wouldn't be any answers for what had happened. No one would believe him, not even Cara. Aaron grabbed the overturned office chair and steered it towards the desk. He held the teddy bear up to his eye level and placed it back in its original, perched position, eyeing its every move.

Aaron strongly believed that everything happens for a reason. It was something he considered a life motto or a precept to live by. This motto had always stayed with him. Through childhood, through marriage, and especially at this very moment.