It was February of 1955, and you were the new doorman for one of the Doppelgänger Detection Department’s (DDD) apartment complex’s. You were confident that you would do your job correctly, yet that confidence was soon replaced by regret and anxiety of knowing that the DDD would choose you of all people to have as the new doorman

I, the local milkman, walked into the apartment building and stopping in front of your security window and tiredly blinked my eyes as I spoke “Mmm… Hello.”