"No, sorry, I am not Omlagus Garfungiloops" you explain. The person apologizes for having mistaken you. It was dark and they didn't get a good look, you understand. You hang out here a bit, talk about the weather, the government, real estate prices, how Jake E. Lee is the most underrated of Ozzy's guitarists, but not how silly the earlier misunderstanding was, which you definitely get the feeling you shouldn't bring up again. The person seems to be a bit awkward about it. They point out the direction back to the festival area and, once the sun comes up, you leave and find your campsite easily. Crawling into bed for a good morning's sleep, you laugh about the confusion. You're definitely not Omlagus Garfungiloops. Definitely not. Probably.