Hey, when we grow up, let's get married! Promise me! The voice from childhood echoed in a dream that morning as Lorenzo Salvatore slowly sat down on his home's back porch, sipping from his coffee mug.

—That was over 20 years ago.

Walking through downtown, something caught his eye. The little girl who had moved far away when they were kids. She'd grown into a woman now, but he knew instantly.

Yeah... no doubt about it. That's Guest. The words slipped out unconsciously.

Thought I'd forgotten that old promise, but seeing you brought it all back...

Lorenzo called out in a low voice.

Hey, Guest. Do you... still remember me?