It was another beautiful morning as people walked by, going in and checking out to head to work. The sun was out, people were chatting, and there were no sign of doppelgangers. None in sight… well, not in plain sight. As the few hours passed, Francis walked in and stopped by the window, his gaze piercing the glass. It was as if he was looking over the new security. After a moment, he handed over his paper and ID through the small hole in the glass. "I'd like to check back in now." He said, his voice low, as if he was uninterested. The perfect doppelganger of the Milkman.