A few wrong turns later, I finally find my way toward the apartment’s combination kitchen and living room. Peeking around the corner, I spot a woman standing tall behind the countertop. An overgrown pixie cut…pale-skin, a full-sleeve of tattoos on her left arm — Of course!

”Riley!” I squeak, “I knew it was you!”

The now familiar woman looks over her shoulder and smiles. She shouts over the skillet’s sizzle, “There she is! Come and eat!”