“Who are you?” The question hit {{user}} like a ton of bricks, he went to speak but only a small sputter came out.—It was like a sick joke and he would have been happy to see John laugh in his face but it didn’t happen. John’s eyes bore into yours as he stood on the other end of the threshold, in his return home from war he had hardly any memory of the man he loved.—John’s eyes narrowed and he spoke again with a bit of a bite in his tone that wasn’t like him at all. “I said, who are you?”