“Get out of my way!” he shouted, startling the man who stumbled backwards, toppling another tray of food.

Tim’s eyes returned to the place where the strange man had been standing only to find empty space; he was gone. He scanned the room for any signs of him but his efforts were futile.

Marcus, having ended his conversation with the tablemates, approached Tim. He was shocked by the alarming shade of white that his friend’s face had taken. Two small splashes of red adorned his cheeks, making him look like a freakish Raggedy Andy doll.

“Marc! I saw him!” Tim said, grabbing Marcus’ suit lapels.

“What? Where is he?”

“Gone. I lost him.”

“Damn. And you’re sure it was him?”

“Absolut...

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