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I can still see behind me.’
    ‘Yes.’
    Milo turned and tried out his new eye, but found turning in circles made him dizzy, so he tried nodding his head up and down instead. Like anyone with a new toy, there was a certain novelty in having rear view, and Milo found it fascinating to be able to bend his head down and look at the floor, and at the same time see the light fitting up on the ceiling. Then he turned with his back to George and was astounded at the clarity of his new found third eye. George clearly needed a shave. He was about to think why his new eye didn’t need glasses, when he made another remarkable observation.
    ‘George?’
    ‘Yes Milo?’ George responded, in a tone of voice that was exhibiting the early signs of being totally fed up with being continually asked silly questions.
    ‘I’m wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt and grey blazer.’
    ‘You’re also a little taller and you’re wearing different glasses. Anymore questions?’
    ‘Yes, just one. Is it lunchtime? I’m quite hungry.’
    ‘I’m sure there’ll be something in your refrigerator.’
    ‘Eh. Sorry?’
    ‘Come on. I’ll help you find a taxi.’
    ‘You’re not coming with me?’
    ‘No. I have another two collections to make today.’
    ‘So what will I do?’ Milo asked, as they walked towards the front of the taxi line.
    ‘Get on with life Milo. Get on with life!’
    ‘But how will I know what to do?’
    ‘You’ll be fine. The jump from chimeryon to formyon will take you a couple of days to get used to. But don’t worry, you’ll be fine. It’s not your first time you know.’
    ‘What? I’ve done this before?’ Milo asked, somewhat surprised.
    ‘Milo, you have been from encephalon to chimeryon to formyon countless times.’
    ‘So why can’t I remember doing this before?’
    ‘I told you before. You get wiped each time.’
    ‘So I’m going to be wiped again soon huh?’
    ‘Now I think you understand. Look, here’s a taxi. Jump in,’ George said, as Milo less than confidently got into the taxi. ‘Twenty-two Brown Street, thanks driver.’
    ‘But that’s my old address at home.’ Milo yelled at George from the taxi.
    ‘Have a nice day. Oh and life Milo. See you again someday maybe,’ George said, just before the taxi pulled away. Milo didn’t need to turn his head to see George going back into the ARC Welcome Centre, presumably to set off on another collection.
    ‘Been great weather the last few days,’ the driver said. ‘But it’s gonna be dark tomorrow I heard.’
    ‘Thanks,’ Milo said, and noted that taxi drivers are all the same. No matter what the state of reality.
    Chapter 4 - Seemingly Home Again
    Milo thanked the driver, and after the events of the day so far, he was not surprised to be standing in front of his flat that he had seemingly left some hours before. Entering the front door of the building he checked his mail. Nothing as usual, and then he climbed the two flights of stairs to his flat. The door wasn’t locked, also as usual. He opened the door with a little less nonchalance than he normally would have done, had it not been for George and the events of the day. Everything seemed to be the same. The two glasses George had rinsed were sitting proudly on the side of the sink.
    Milo looked around carefully and everything looked in order. Except that there were two chairs, instead of just one, now populating his small kitchen table. Odd. The door to his bedroom looked the same. He went in. He checked his calendar. His ‘Joe Your Friendly Neighbourhood Butcher’ calendar had been replaced with an ‘Uphealth Chemist’ calendar, with pictures of vitamin pills. There was a wardrobe. He didn’t recall having one before. When he opened the door, he was shocked to see a neat row of perfectly ironed shirts and trousers plus a few jackets and blazers. Different colours. Blue, black, white, cream and grey, but no brown. In a small drawer he found neatly ironed and folded underwear and