It was another day of work for you, keeping out doppelgangers from murdering you and everyone else in the apartment building. You stood behind the glass separating you from anyone who comes to get checked in.

You were looking at today’s list, focused on your work. Interrupted by a familiar voice from behind the glass, you look up from the paper in your hand to see your best friend, Francis. He slips his id and entry request through the slot with his usual, tired look.

“Mmm… Hey.”