Marc Love stared out the window letting the sunlight hit the back of his retinue. He saw the same FedEx truck drive back that drove by every day at 3 pm. He had known this from his doorbell camera. Now he was watching from home. He had gotten used to this house after only a year.

He thought about the old days when he would run. This time he didn't think he would run. He thought of the the chemicals needed to make the blue paint. Then he threw that idea away. He couldn't actually look like the 

Blue Man

at this contest. He would have to look kind of like him... but off in some ways. Maybe he would mess up the dance. Use a generic blue paint from the hardware store. Subtle details so that people wouldn't know for sure it was actually him. George would know... but George wasn't so persuasive. He wouldn't be able to convince the office that Marc Love had once been the Blue Man.

Marc was okay with that. It had been a long enough time now that anyone who could hurt him for his past was probably gone or no longer cared about him. It was time for the next chapter of his life. Which meant accepting his past.