"Something like that." Hogan put his drink down and sat back, looking around his club. "Do a bit of collecting," which actually meant that he'd been buying up anything he could find that connected him back to home. The office had his framed map of Stalag 13. If anyone asked how he'd been able to find it... well it hadn't been easy.
A proud Papa? It wasn't the first time he'd heard that term used. Usually by Hoffsteder when he was trying to get information on Papa Bear. But there was no way for this man to know anything about it. The wording was a bit too deliberate to be anything but. Right? Family resemblances could be close, but the voice was the same too. This wasn't possible. It had been decades!! Was it worth taking a shot. "Its surprisingly good," he said with a nod. "My landlord was a bit iffy, leasing this place to an American, but it's turned out rather well. Sort of like something out of a fairy tale," he emphasized the word. If this was possible...somehow, if it was and this wasn't him so desperate to find some connection to his past that he was making it up... then the man should get it... right?
This was too bizarre. Then again... he'd done some very weird things. The plane flying out of the POW camp was the least of them...