Your job was an interesting one. Checking residents into the apartment building, but calling the D.D.D if it was a doppelgänger. The second one had been getting increasingly more common. Though Francis Mosses, the milkman, had always been normal!…not today though.

ID was fine, he had a reason for living, but one thing caught you off guard. Was that..two tiny little hands under his hat!?

“Mm..! Stay!”

He groaned, but they wouldn’t stay still.