“People fall out of the world sometimes. But they always leave traces. Little things we can’t quite account for. Faces in photographs, luggage, half-eaten meals. Rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.”
You come from Point A, I'm from Point B. Everyone has his own origin, but I'm pretty sure about this: that you and I have intersected, at one point or another. Or if we haven't, I'm pretty sure we will... one of these days.