[ WP ] You find a wanted sign with your face on it ... in a museum exhibit .

The poster reads:'Wanted: Immortal Joe, No Other Option but Alive'. And that's when I really begin to believe in reincarnation, because the picture is very similar to what I see in a mirror every day to be me, in a past life. Or, rather, in a past life I do n't remember. 
 
 `` I was wondering when you'd show,'' a gruff male voice says in my ear. 
 
 I spin around to face a man in a formal suit. A pistol grip end is sticking out from under his jacket. He looks like someone out of a Western, but cleaned up like a gentleman. 
 
 `` W-W-Who are you?'' I stammer. 
 
 `` That's the question, is n't it?'' 
 
 `` Wha-What do you mean?'' 
 
 The man smirks. `` Who *are* you, this life? You're not Immortal Joe. Not this time.'' 
 
 `` I'm Eric,'' I say. `` Eric Stansville. I'm not -- I mean, I'm not, you know...'' 
 
 `` You *were*.'' 
 
 *Shit. * 
 
 `` How long have you...?'' I ask. 
 
 `` For over a century, waiting for your subconscious memories to lead you back to this place.'' 
 
 `` What are you? Who are you?'' 
 
 `` A bounty hunter, of course.'' 
 
 *Shit shit shit! * 
 
 `` I did n't do anything!'' 
 
 `` In a past life, you did.'' 
 
 `` That's not -- I mean, what? I'll call the cops!'' 
 
 `` I *am* the police. The Eternal Patrol. And you, Immortal Joe, are finally coming with me.'' 
 
 `` To where?'' 
 
 `` To justice.'' 
 
 `` For what?'' 
 
 `` Asking too many damned questions, for one.'' 
 
 And that started my trial for war crimes since the days of Vlad the Impaler. A man who was me, along with Napoleon and even Hannibal himself. 
 
 It seems I got around in my past life.
