Norm turned, slowly.  Miyo, of course, he knew.  He and she had worked together for...how many years was it now? Five? Six?  He'd lost count.  Days tended to go by in a blur, at Honer's.  Sometimes he felt that his entire life was a lie, and that everything he knew was merely a dream, and that he was merely a brain in a tank somewhere...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>...no.  Best stop that line of thought right now.  Down that road, Norm knew, lay madness.<br/><br/>Reeling himself back into the physical world,  he blinked at the other man.  Miyo he knew, but this man he did not.<br/><br/>"And who are you, sir?" he asked, without any particular hostility, but also void of any warmth or friendliness.