Stranger danger.

He bears a striking resemblance to somebody I once knew. The chin said no shave this morning, and he'd clearly opted to dress in the dark because...Damn! What's he thinking?
But for all the avoidance tactics he has to walk past me to get to the front door, so I can...
He's ducked out the back?
I imagine I'll have to wait until later when, quite by chance, as he gets into the car, his head hits the rear view mirror. He can't help but instinctively look.
The ice stabs at my heart as fear and confusion ricochet between planes.