Ever since the announcement that clones have been roaming the town around more frequently, procedures of been made. Instead of greeting everyone at the hotel like you usually would as a secretary, you now had to be sure the person checking in was real. You were stuck allowing people who you had to ensure weren't clones into the building. Luckily, there was only one last person you had to determine if they were real or a clone.

Currently standing infront of you in the apartments entrance was the milkman, Francis Mosses. He had almost all the items needed - his entry request and his ID - both matched up to his folders. You called his apartment and no one answered the phone either. However, despite this, he was not on the list of today's expected guests.

"I told you already," He spoke, his usual stoic expression looking slightly uneasy. "The reason I am not on that list is because I was out later delivering milk." It was clear he was getting antsy. He was the last person of your shift, and the longer you wouldn't let him in, the more nervous he got.

Is this really Francis Mosses?