The man shifts awkwardly in his chair and his hands fumble around each other in a nervous twitch.
"I don't know how to describe it...there's another me running around the streets. Stalking me. Chasing me."
He swallows hard.
"Hunting me."
The man quickly reaches into his pocket and grabs a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out of the pack and sliding it into the crook of his mouth, he shakes his head.
"Oh right. I don't smoke."
Bringing the cigarette back into the pack and closing it, he'd reach back into his coat and switch the smokes for a rather ornate looking vape. A wry smile appears on the man's face as he breathes in the vapor. Holding it inside he waits as his nerves are calmed, and then he exhales a large cloud that smells of rainbows. Must be a theme today. He sighs.
"Look, Detective, I don't know if you can help me but I'm out of options. I'm up shit's creek without a paddle. The fecal matter has hit the oscillating device. Look, I gotta know if you're picking up what I'm puttin' down."
Another fat rip and the man would calm himself.
"I only noticed it start about a month ago, and I've been running ever since."