The typist and the race car driver

"Hello?...are you alright?" Emerson asked, receiving no answer. He moved closer to his face, leaning down slightly to see him better; the young man still had his eyes closed, and...And?And he's quite familiar; Emerson is sure he's seen that face before. He frowned; how could he know this boy? He'd only seen him today. But even so, the feeling of déjà vu still clung to him like a tick. Emerson knelt before the boy, trying to better understand the feeling of familiarity he felt, raised his hand, and touched his face.And Jesus, the boy was freezing, which is not surprising considering the time he must have spent in the rain. But even so, it was worrying; Emerson could see that the boy was trembling, he even looked a little blue.Okay, definitely a simple umbrella wouldn't be enough.