It just so happened that I was prepared at the baby factory for travel to a predetermined womb of a specific woman. She had developed said friendship with a wealthy man named Rockefeller. Unfortunately, for many babies, the massive amount of wombs to be filled and the shortage of storks to carry them caused a lot of mishaps. In my case, I became a misdelivery. I ended up in the wrong womb. The baby factory was on the west coast, and the correct mother-to-be on the east coast. I am deliberately being vague as to the specific locations. One, to protect the mother’s privacy and the other, because baby factories are kept top secret for obvious reasons.