"I think it might be the cruelest trick this city plays on us," I pondered. It helped that he'd met some lookalikes himself, even if I wouldn't have wished it on him. It just made all the difference that he knew I wasn't crazy. Or, at least, crazy for thinking he so resembled someone departed. Someone so far away. Then again, maybe I was a bit mad, if I couldn't make myself leave. "Especially when the ones we encounter are... pictures of people long gone," I added.