Okay, buddy. Geez. Calm down. Maybe you shouldn't be carrying around sepia pictures of your daughter and showing them off to sad drunks if you don't want the conversation getting a little blue.
But whatever, enough about that. What the fuck does he think you could do about it?
The guy looks at you. He says that he thought he recognized you. He figured the two of you went way back, but now he's not so sure. He's starting to think that maybe he knew a different version of you, from an alternate dimension.
Oh yeah, you say. You wouldn't be surprised. That sort of shit happens all the time around here. So the you this guy knew in another dimension. What was he like? Were you friends? Partners in crime?
He tells you that the other you once kept him locked in a room.
Well, that certainly sounds like you.
