"So now you can see me for who I am what do you think?" The
Blue Man
asked Jack in his head.
"I uuhh." Jack said confused. In one part of his mind he was in Berlin scribbling words on a piece of paper, in another he was a washed out influencer on a boat to Stromboli.
"You can see everything, I'm not stopping you. Its all there."
"What, uh what is?"
"Everything, you can see everything."
"Did you kill that person?" Jack asked.
The Blue Man didn't answer write away. He wasn't blue currently. He was balding. So he was applying sunscreen. Then to his arms and his feet. He was wearing sandals.
"Depends who you ask. It wasn't me who I currently am, but in some ways. Yes. Their dead at least."
"But how could you?"
Again there was a pause, the Blue Man himself wanted a coffee. It was like he was waiting on the phone for someone to pick up.
"It wasn't my fault. I was pushed." Then there was a long pause. "Are you going to find me?"
"Depends." Jack said. "Depends on a lot of things."
