"You're still here," said a voice behind me.
I was so startled that I jumped on my chair and nearly fell from it. Then I placed my hand over my thundering heart on understanding the unbelievable situation.
He was awake and about, dressed in a grey suit. He didn't wear his fancy mask this time. Instead, he was wearing a monocle with a fake moustache and soul patch. His fringes had been tamed to not sit on his forehead and his hair was side-partitioned.
With the additional scars drawn on his smooth face, he looked unrecognisable, with or without his mask, though I wasn't certain about the latter. All of it except for the emerald green eyes.
After surveying his face, I analysed how I had risen my head from the bed while sitting on the chair when I had slept with my head on the chair.
