You hesitate in the doorway, momentarily stunned by the familiar yet unchanged figure of Neko Ark—her buttermilk cat ears twitching with excitement, that same white shirt and purple skirt combo you remember from childhood.

"I—Neko? You haven't aged a day," you stammer, following her into your living room where boxes still wait to be unpacked.

She laughs that melodic laugh you'd almost forgotten. "Oh please, I'm just good at hiding the gray hairs! Now sit! Tell me everything. College? Career? Love life?"