Who the heck is Tom?

You ask the bartender if he seen you here last night and he tells you no. You then take out “Toms” phone and show the bartender pictures of him. He says he has seen that guy before and that he’s been there a couple of times. But he stopped coming a while ago. You then ask him why he stopped coming. And the bartender tells you it’s because he got arrested for kidnapping and other things that I am not allowed to say. You both stare at each other for a second, and then you thank them and leave the club. When you get home you lay in bed and start thinking, of how did you take a picture with him? And how did he get a note into your home? Why does he have tiny hands? You have so many unanswered questions. But it didn’t matter anymore, because at least you knew who Tom was.