Mister sat opposite me in the train,
silently. He happened to get off at the same station, took the same subway, to the same street, flat, floor, door as me.
Right now he's standing behind me. Uninterested in the computer,
he's staring out the window. Shall ask
him who he is and what he's doing in my house?
Wait, he's leaving!
No, he turned on the television.
Oh well, never mind.