Merrick's POV
I was talking to myself by the time I reached my room.
Not loudly, but in the low continuous murmur of a man working through a problem and finding the problem increasingly unreasonable the more closely he examined it.
"Impossible," I said, to the corridor.
The corridor did not respond.
"We have the exact same face," I continued, opening my door. "This is the fundamental obstacle that no one seems to have considered when they hatched this plan, which is that I share a face with the man she wants to murder."
I removed my coat.
"…and there is no version of walking up to that woman and saying hello, I'm here to make you feel at ease that ends in anything other than…"
I sat on the edge of the bed.
Lay back.
Stared at the ceiling.
I closed my eyes, intending to think the problem through, and was asleep within approximately four minutes.
I woke to my stomach.
