“It's him. He's back,” Angst said.
“But... I mean...”
“He doesn't look like he usually did, but I know it's him.”
“He didn't recognize you?”
“No. Please. Please believe me,” she said.
“Okay... Okay, tell me. You said he looked different.”
“Older, like we are I guess. Heavier, bearded.”
“And what name did he check-in under?”
“Marshal Montgomery. License and credit card.”
“And he didn't... He didn't recognize you?”
“I know,” Angst said. “I know we always used to recognize each other, no matter what version we were in. Or we thought we did. How can we be sure? I'm sure about this. It was him.” She switched her phone to her other ear. “Do you remember how I used to sometimes have those dreams, and they felt true, and then they would become true... That's how it felt when I saw him. I know it's him. ”
“Angst...”
“Listen, I know how it sounds. I know it's been a long time. And I'm happy now. I like it here. I miss it sometimes but I don't need it. And I'm not stupid, most of it used to be pretty terrible. It was scary and violent and... So it's not that. It's not me needing it to be him.”
“Alright,” Frank said. “I'll check him out.”
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