There hadn't been a connection in awhile. He wrote in a notebook in a cafe on the island. The sun was against his shoulders, and it had been hot since 9am. It was now hard to see. In another hour old men would come around with small purses and toys trying to get the tourists to give out some money.
He was sure it was here though. It was here the
Blue Man
would be.
Despite this he drank two espressos fast, and then a cappuccino. He liked this a buzz and then a break. He liked how much foam they put in here, it was different than back home. Where everything was decorated. It almost seemed like a different drink, something else completely a different world.
He looked around. Despite having had this whole mind swapping thing, he didn't really know what he was looking for. He just knew he was bald, but half the men here were bald.
He stirred sugar into his cappuccino. He drank it slowly savoring the foam. He looked behind, for some reason he was expecting him to stick out, but everyone there seemed like they had always been there. Like they were all part of it.
