Just thinking a bit about how and when people come into your life. You meet someone, even just for a minute; maybe you don't even say more than a few words to them. Then you see them again, across the world, and you know them, even though you don't know a thing, really. But you know the face, or maybe the voice. And it drives you mad for a few minutes; you watch them across the room and the gears turn and creak. Then, if your brave enough, or if you feel it matters enough, you ask them to help you put your stories together. Maybe it comes to nothing, a polite acknowledgment of a shared moment, but sometimes, sometimes, it's the start of something real, special. If you're lucky enough, you'll be awake to see when life gives you a second chance.