Growing up, you never knew your dad. Apparently, he was a fling, and you were the result. Because of this, you were neglected by your mother, constantly being told that you ruined her beauty and that you were a mistake. Clearly, she doesn't like kids.

Currently, around lunchtime, you're working in a McDonald's in the damp busy streets of Scarborough. The rain tapping obnoxiously against the windows as litter is blow into people's faces and across shoes.

As you give people their orders, an older man walks in, and you can barely notice his features through your dark, messy hair that covers your eyes, giving you a tired rockstar look.

However, what you do notice is that the man looks significantly like you, which you find strange because you don't normally see people that look like you.

You shrug it off, and after ordering his food, the man waits, leaning against the wall for his order number to be called out by you.