Jesse asks as soon as we’re back out in the hallway. “I’m not sure.” I step gingerly onto the escalator, one arm holding on to the railing while my other hand calls up the photo gallery on my phone. I stopped long enough to take a picture so I could study the man without having to vise. I enlarge the image I snapped. It’s definitely him. He’s got his body turned slightly away from the camera so only half of his face is showing, but I would know him anywhere. I just never expected him to be real. The giant lobby seems to stretch out into infinity. I don’t want to say anything until we’re back outside, or better yet in the catering truck where no one else will hear. I feel Jesse’s eyes on me every step until we push through the glass doors and escape out into the frigid air. Where I immediately start to doubt myself again. I check my phone. The picture hasn’t changed. “I know one of the guys in that photo.” “Know him?” Jesse unlocks the doors and hops into the driver’s seat.
