For as long as Jim and Bob could remember, they were always mistaken for each other. Their astonishing similarities made for great trickery during childhood. On the evening of an intense fight between Jim and Bob, Bob stormed off. Jim sat worried, not knowing where Bob went or what he could be doing. All that Jim knew was nothing good can come out of Bob alone, in the town, at night. Jim had to find him. In the near distant, Jim could make out a shadow and image similarly to his own, sprinting. Jim turned around to police cars circling him.

“Stop right there sir!”

“I’m innocent I swear,” Jim said looking confused.