Who Am I? I walked in the front door of my house. Cora, my wife, looked up at me sharply. "Who are you?" she asked. "Are you jo ..." I didn't finish. A man sat opposite her and as he turned toward me I wanted to scream. This Guy Was Me! Chick Graham entered his comfortable suburban home one evening to find himself already sitting in his own front room! Everyone treated him as a dangerous impostor. And when even his dog rejected him, he began to question his sanity.