Reunion
Tyson was walking through his city, looking through his contacts as a sort of spring cleaning. He came across one that he was sure he remembered, but couldn’t place the name.
“Who the frick frack is ‘baneofpoe’?” he asked aloud. He decided to call and find out. As the phone gave its ringback, he struggled for words to say.
‘Hey, I’d lost my memories recently and I guess they’re not all there yet because I don’t remember you’.
That sounded dumb...but it seemed he wouldn’t have long to script his words, as he heard a phone ring just as he started dialing. Correlation did not always indicate causality, but still...he pinged the source of the ring with his Technopathy. Same number he was dialing, just on the other end. Baneofpoe was somewhere in the crowd of people.
What were the odds?
