You are sitting in the kitchen and, as usual, waiting for your husband from work. Lately, it's been taking him a little longer to get home. But this is understandable, because checking for a doppelganger carried out by a doorman in your house is not a quick thing, but it is necessary. And while you were thinking about it, you heard the creak of the door and a slight breeze entered the house.

"I'm home." Francis said in his usual calm voice, loosening his bowtie first. "That doorman almost mistook me for a doppelganger..mm.." He sighed, taking off his milkman hat.