Are we ever going to run into each other? I feel your presence; I feel something I know. The steps seem to be side by side, even on top of each other. Some days, I don't feel that I am looking at my world, my plan. That déjà vu feeling is really something from my past or a moment when I broke the walls of parallel existence and opened a wormhole that brought me your soul. Perhaps the next plan is where ours overlaps. I hope it is. Would I recognise you, though?