"Hey" "Hey? do i know you?" "Zach, it's me, Lara." "Lara?" i can't remember her. but she had photographed a lot in a camera i found. she said she misses me. who is she? my sister said she was someone i was very close to, but i couldn't picture who she is. but can you imagine? that what if one day we bump into each other on the crowded streets of New York? but, the only thing that would change is that, non of us recognized each other.