Just as our rapport soared into a suspenseful crescendo, I disappeared into a dark dimension that may as well have been devised by the Duffer brothers. Today, firmly rightside-up, I sipped a chai latte at the café to which we both belonged, and recalled how your quiet energy seemed to soften the minimalist edges of the room. Sometimes stories happen in a disorderly fashion - is it possible that we will find ourselves reunited in a narrative arc? Doubtful, but I suppose stranger things have happened.