It was 5 o'clock in the morning, when I dragged myself to the coffemaschine. My arms hanging on the hight of my legs like wet towels. I worked all night and was about to leave after I would get my coffee, but before I could reach this beautiful invention of a coffemaschine, a voice coming from the next room said "James, get over here, I found something!". I knew this voice was the one of pascal and if he shouted, it needed to be the next big thing, but I needed this coffee. I turned myself away from the maschine and in the spin a silent "dammit" needed to be said. As I was approaching his workspace at the speed of a snail in slow motion, I all ready saw pascal jumping around like a little child with a new toy for christmas and by his reaction it must have been a big one. As I got myself to his desk he didn't stop dancing. "What is it?" I asked. He only pointed at the screen of his computer, with a smile that would scare even the bravest child. I looked at the screen showing pictures of streets and old documents. Everything was like a net of lines. And all of them were connected to one picture at the middle of the screen. It was a person cut out of a crowd of people. The person in a coat was looking down, so you couldn't see his face, but for me it somehow looked familiar. "Who is this?" I asked. Pascal stopped dancing around while maintaining his scare smile. "I found him"