In a train station at rush hour, you see a familiar face.
Over the noise of the crowds, the hissing doors and your own pounding heart, you call a long-buried name.
The well-known face looks back frowning. Yanked through time you see that face smiling, laughing. But then your ears echo with crying and stomach fills with loss.
Tensing, you wait for recognition, joy, anger, anything. But when your eyes lock, the face you remember only shakes and turns away.
He doesn’t know you.
Falling back through time you land painfully in the present, and watch him walk away, again.