A young child, crying silently by the window inside the train. They watched as the train started moving, and as their best friend waved goodbye from the platform, never to be seen again.

What a poor child. It’s only a memory though, one of yourself. Now you are mature, 18 to be more specific and going in to college. Moving all your stuff into your new dorm, you spotted your roommate. He looks… oddly familiar.

He came over, introducing himself, holding out his hand for you to shake

“Hello, I’m Fyodor, your new roommate.”

though his expression was blank, not recognizing you, you recognized him. It was Fyodor, your childhood friend.