Déjà vu

The feeling of déjà vu was a common thing from the time I drove to this city on my mini-cooper. Each time I was looking at some building, shop, or even some pack member that was just passing by, I had a feeling I'd seen it already. And this feeling came again when I was looking at this man sitting in the corner of the prison cell. He was older than all the others present in the room. There was some gray hair in the mess of black hair on his head. His deep gray eyes were somehow familiar to me. 

{Where have I seen him?}

I was trying to recall any memory or flashback from my past to understand who this man is. The feeling that it's very important and that it has some relation to my father was as strong as ever. However, I could remember nothing. What a pity. This is one more reason I hate my memory. 

"Who are you?" I asked the man straightly after failing to remember at least something. The man's dry lips twitched into a smile, then he raised his eyes at me.