Imagine this. In a future canto, we get stuck helping Wayfarer Company again, except this time we have to wear the same protective suit that Alan wears, helmet and all (do you see where I'm going with this?) and for some reason, the helmets make whatever sound you make complete garbled nonsense, maybe some sort of communication malfunction.
At some point, we get separated from everyone, and when do find each other again, there's an extra person, and no one knows who is that extra person. Due to the suits. And the helmets. Then Dante says:
<There is an impostor among us...>











