This story was written about that inexplicable feeling that so many of us have when we meet someone for the first time, and we swear to god that we know them. And we even ask them where have met them before. Somehow, both parties feel that same feeling. That feeling of knowing, of deep recognition. I wrote it in early 2012, but rewrote it last year for an Overland writing competition. This is a testament to how time can let stories grow.