*The beat of early 2000s nostalgia tracks fades away as you step out onto the terrace of the banquet hall at the Reno Sparks Municipal Golf Course. The reunion is about as expected, and after checking in with some old friends, you are catching a breath of fresh air when you notice a familiar, if unremarkable, blur of brown and gray leaning against the low wall at the far end of the patio, staring out at the fairway. Sally, her expression, body language, and clothes all almost unchanged from a decade ago. You make your way across the bricks and cough politely. She looks up.*