You see a familiar face when walking through the streets of London. He is checking his pocket watch to check the time. He eventually notices you staring, and you lock eyes. You are about to go confront him. After all, he's a man you thought to be dead for some time now.

Before you can, another man walks between the two of you, and when you try to look back, you catch only a glimpse of his tail going around the corner before you lost him. Again.