Tariq slowly stirred to consciousness as a voice spoke. His vision went into sharp focus as he stared at the man speaking to him. Now that he was much closer, he could spot the mild differences. Most notably that the other man looked more pale and gaunt than Tariq personally was. Aside from that, it was like looking into a mirror. The mans voice was also different, devoid of an American accent like Tariq's normal speaking voice had. A bit of a different sound to it in general aside from that as well.

"Who are you?" He asked in curious fascination. "My name is Tariq Zahir." It was like something out of the Prince and the Pauper which was an adaptation he had performed in just a few months ago.