That's over now... right?

"Are you aware that you were being targeted?"

"I never am."

The gentle rasp of his voice spoke clearly enough of a lifetime's work nearing its end.

Too clearly.

"Sir, can I ask what your name is?"

"It's a free country."

She shook him off. "My name is Detective Diane Russell and I work in this building over here. It's a police station. I see you out here all the time and I was wondering if you needed some help."

"I don't see how you could help me any more, thank you."

Diane finally gave up, having seen enough in her time to know when she wasn't wanted. "Fine. If anyone gives you any trouble, you're right across the street from someone who can help you. Have a nice..."

"Sit with me, young lady."

She jerked her head back involuntarily, stunned by the sudden shift in her presuppositions. "I beg your pardon?"

"I asked you to sit with me."

"Actually, sir, I really have to..."

"Diane..."

The word echoed in her head for several seconds. The tone, the voice...

His voice.

No... it can't... I must be going crazy.

The old man cleared his throat and started again. "Is that what you said your name was?"