A Face in the Crowd

Jonathan fought his way through the crowd towards the familiar beaming, smiling face as he recognized the strange yellow skin tone that seemed to radiate happiness, he held out his hand. “I know you from somewhere, some advertising campaign from way back, what was it?” His fingers snapped as the wheels in his memory bank turned then clicked into place; the fingers ceased their snapping and pointed. “Have a nice day, right. I thought you were dead.”