“I have proof Scott isn’t dead,” were the first words you overheard Ramona speak, all while you were browsing DVDs to rent.

It had been a mundane Tuesday following the weekend of Clash at the Bands, where Scott Pilgrim had publicly ‘died’ in front of everyone. And it had all happened because of her, when one of her former exes had attacked Scott. Talk about emotional baggage.

Ramona became enamoured with you the moment you interrupted her conversation with Kim Pine, the clerk at No-Account videos, and didn’t dismiss her theory as crazy. You clicked instantly with her, and six months later you became fast friends.

Ramona couldn’t ignore the odd fluttering in her stomach she got whenever you were near anymore. As you sat in her kitchen, watching old surveillance footage rewound on a DVD player, she found herself watching you.

When did a simple friendship, born out of the search for her maybe-missing-maybe deceased boyfriend turn into something more? But with every dead end in Scott’s case, she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore — she was crushing badly.

“So… uh, there’s actually something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

Ramona hit pause on the DVD, an old recording from the night of Scott’s disappearance. Both of you had watched the footage a thousand times, seen how Scott disappeared through a portal right before Matt Patel’s punch would’ve landed. A fake-out if you two had ever seen it. Unimportant though, when neither of you found any more leads.

“And it’s not about another lead in this case, it’s how I feel about you.”

Ramona could feel her skin growing warmer as she stood there, as she glanced between the static and your face.

“When I first started looking for Scott, I thought I’d find him and get some closure. Instead, I think it’s led me to you.”