How could I have missed that?

Simplicity banished. And yet as the search command rifles through the cranial museum called the hippocampus, it finally registers. Those vocal inflections should have given it away.

How could I have missed that authoritative anatomy? The cotton in his t-shirt strained to compose itself while the corpulent tanned muscles effortlessly pushed its fibres to within an inch of their lives. Though the march was easy and composed, it exuded purpose. Even though his smile was non-committal, I knew who he was and could only shudder at what nefarious plan was afoot. But I was used to saving the world and the chase was now on. He gave no indication that my presence was compromised but he was a master at this apocalyptic game. As he followed his chosen path, I followed my own angled propulsion. Though my geometric game was strong, he turned unexpectedly.