“Hi Myself.” I venture, awkwardly.
“Where have you been?” Myself asks.
“Just around…” I offer. I try a joke. “Off with the fairies, as they say.” There’s a slight pause as Myself acknowledges the explanation with a nearly imperceptible nod, blinks and looks past my shoulder at nothing. I try again. “So… what have you been up to?”
“Not a lot really.” Myself says slowly. “It’s all a bit hazy.”
“Yeah I know what you mean…” I sigh. Another pause. The years between us ruffle in the wind. “Still, it’s nice to see you again.”
“Definitely.” Myself says. “Shall we go for a walk?”
We begin our meander, unsure whether to hold hands or not.