It is very long on him. He would refuse it entirely if it were not for the need to hide his clothes. But with his hat pulled down and rough cravat straightened, there is also a strange air of familiarity to it.

He looks around the office. It is very...he does not know the word. Everything is very strange and different, and yet it retains the feel of officialdom the world, and all of time, over.

'It is daytime.'

A thought occurs.

'Where is the woman from before?'