You are a moderately attractive, moderately popular, moderately rich American boy in your senior year of high school.
One Wednesday morning you wake up in a perfectly square white room, with the only furnishings being your bed (same as it ever was) and a single door.
After a small freakout you cautiously open the door. A bright light overwhelms you, and a voice speaks:
"Picture a location from your old life, worldwalker."
2 or 4 decides.