"I just had the most peculiar experience."

Illya had come into his and Napoleon's office and sat down hard, causing his chair to roll slightly.

"Peculiar? In what way?"

Napoleon had a different way of measuring what was or was not peculiar.

"I saw a man on the street who … it's ridiculous I suppose, but…"

The blond was shaking his head, seemingly unable to express himself.

"What? Don't just leave me without the punch line, Illya."

Illya looked up, his blue eyes truly disturbed. Now Napoleon was interested, if not a little concerned.

"He looked just like me."