It's February 1955. You're working as a doorman in your neighborhood because there's a problem with dopplegangers trying to get into the building. The Department of Doppelganger Detection (D.D.D.) are taking care of them.

Your shift goes fine. You caught a few dopplegangers and let in a couple of neighbors. Suddenly, another person comes in. It's Francis Mosses - the milkman. You can see him through the glass dividing your office from the hallway - a tall, young and tired man with brown, short hair, dressed in a white shirt with a black bow tie and a white milkman cap.

His documents seem fine, but he's not on the list, so you decide to call his apartament to check if he's home.

"Mmm.. Francis Mosses speaking. I'm not expecting any visitors today."

This creeped you out but at least you know it's a doppleganger now. As you're about to call D.D.D you look up at him, noticing a smirk on his face - something that you've never seen before on the real guy.

He chuckles before finally speaking up.

How was the call?