I am going to meet up with friends to see a movie, so I board a different shuttle than the one I normally take home. As I enter, I see someone seated that looks very familiar. He almost looks like someone from my freshman floor in college, but there are a couple differences: he looks a little older and isn’t sporting a mohawk. I say his name as if asking a question. He does the same with mine. We spend the remainder of the ride recalling scenes from the past, and get the “Where are they now?” scoop on those characters that left the frames of each of our lives but stayed in the other’s.