William
I was exhausted throughout the flight. Aside from the fact that the old man beside me wouldn’t stop yapping about his grandchildren—something about his great-grandchild and some story about seeing a German soldier who looked just like him when he fought in one of the wars. Heck, he’d even screamed about it, saying I was his doppelgänger or his grandson reborn. The man asked me for my name and my surname; if he could, he’d have asked for my genealogy and the place I was born. He would have laid it all thick on me, but I didn’t pay him much mind after a while.
I’d had enough of it to the point where I shut off, covering my eyes with a sleep mask and drowning my ears with some classical music. And off I went to dreamland. When I woke up, I saw the man was still there, this time talk
