Raylan's mind went through a similar run, except he totally believed this place would drop some bullshit like this on him. Just to add some flavor into the fresh new hell Mathis thought up every day. Hallucination wasn't completely ruled out, but set aside to run through other possibilities. Alternate dimension? Accent suggested out west, probably California if Raylan was forced to guess so that didn't hold much water either. Negan had said something about Malcolm looking like a guy he knew..

Wow, that panic was a weird ass look on his face. Had he looked like that day one? What was he talkin' about, this- This couldn't be real. Only one way to find out.

Grabbing into the top of his box, Raylan pitched a balled pair of socks at .. his own face? When they hit, Raylan blinked and lifted his eyebrows in surprise.

"Fuck's a good word for it. Goddamn, shit and I stand by my what the hell. I can tell you what's goin' on, but you gotta go first - if this is some invasion of the bodysnatchers bullshit, I swear to God, I am gonna see that damned Town Hall burn. I don't mean to be rude-" Like throwing socks at him wasn't rude or something, "-But who the hell are you? What the hell are you? Figment? Manifestation of my subconscious or somethin'?"