As the creature studied the photograph it studied the woman as well, almost as if comparing the similarities and differences. It appeared to be her. In the background a frowny-faced young man with two other men, one clown and the other, aloof, but all looking to belong somewhere.

I wanted to see duck poop but instead I got impaled by a rhino's horn as I was walking down the Savannah. I instantly died, but could see my body underneath me in an out-of-body experience. The rhino shook my dead body with its horn and threw my corpse into the river. It floated.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.