May fifth, I ended up going to that old friends show. Some ratty old basement with drunk bands slurring incoherent lyrics at equally drunk crowds, I had really considered leaving before Hound's band even took the stage. I was a few feet away from the door when I saw them take stage, and I let my lesser judgment get the better of me, and good thing I did. Because when I saw the second guitar player I knew I found her, and I needed to talk to her.