We’re still friends but we lost track of each other when she was in hiding and I went back to rehab. I think she ended up in jail for a while again not long after that. You lose track of people sometimes. Sometimes they come back at you from the other side of the weave of everything, they reappear from the unacknowledged shadow of the was, as phantoms from another world, to haunt. Or maybe they disappear forever. Maybe they die. Or you do. Life is mysterious you know. That accounts for the some of the unbearable beauty of it all.