He came back.
He's been watching Reg and me since this morning.
He's right next to us on the other side of the window, watching me as I type, and I swear we're the only ones who cane see him because no one has looked our way. No one has stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the freakishly tall humanoid with no face that's staring into Starbucks.
Or maybe he looks different to everyone else.