"Wait, there are millions of you?" And it finally clicked for Ezra why this man looked and sounded so familiar. He was a clone, and a young one at that. It had him stopping and staring for a moment before shaking his head.

"You're a clone, right? The only clones I've met are older, a lot older, but they're good friends. I guess you don't know anyone by the names of Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor do you?" It was a long shot if there were millions of them out there, and probably a few had the same name but maybe this guy knew them or at least of them.