Waking up in Brooklyn

There are ghosts of me still wandering these streets. Zombies of alternate reality scenarios that I am able to see for some reason. I can not understand why I would be given this second sight unless I was to learn something from them. But I have no idea what. I hate seeing them. They look right through me. I saw one yesterday morning. He was eating a messy egg and cheese sandwich from a bodega and had faint and slightly smudged cat make up on ,but seem not to know it. He didn't see me or if he did he didn't recognize me. His movements were labored and clumsy. He was hungover and irritable.
I knew this because of an empathetic
thread that connected us but to me it seemed that much would be obvious to anyone. Though no one would care if they took the time to notice. He was one of those faceless drones that was wasting his time on earth. Those people are everywhere and no one ever sees them.
I followed behind him at a distance and watched as he weaved thoughtlessly down the sidewalk. I followed his disgusting thoughts as he passed by a young Puerto Rican girl headed to the subway. I made up my mind to act. I followed him into a coffee shop. As he waited behind one red headed woman for the bathroom I snuck outside and looked around the side of the building. I found what I reckoned was the bathroom window and cautiously wandered over. It was about 6 inches too high up to see in but I was able to move over an old green arm chair that was abandoned in the alley and stand on it to peak in. The chair had only 3 legs so balancing was tricky. When I could finally pull myself up I could look down into the tiny bathroom and make out the mirror. In it was the red headed woman. Our eyes met instantly as she screamed and I pushed myself from the wall and fell off of the chair and fell hard into the alley. The wind was knocked out of me but I recovered in time enough to realize the woman had run back into the coffee shop and was yelling about a creepy man looking into the bathroom. I ran down the alley away from the shop and didn't look back. By the time I returned my alternate self was gone. But he had left me something. I knew where because he knew. I went into the coffee shop and into the bathroom. Under the upper deck lid there was a folded page from a sketch pad. On it was drawn a beautiful landscape. A mountain range with purple and pink clouds at twilight.
In the middle, on a hill was a white house. Under the beautifully drawn picture a tiny caption read, "See you there."