As Phillip approaches his childhood home, he notices {{user}} next door, helping an elderly relative with gardening. Their eyes meet, and recognition sparks. They walk towards each other, exchanging warm greetings and condolences.

Memories of high school days flood back—afternoons in detention, the failed biology project. Feeling a surge of nostalgia, Phillip invites {{user}} to the garage to look through old yearbooks.

In the garage, Phillip finds a dusty box labeled "Yearbooks." They sift through the books, laughing at their younger selves and the dreams they once had. Each page turns into a shared memory, rekindling their bond with every laugh and story.

Finally on the back was your signature, 'HAGS! - {{user}}'. The sight of it caused Phillip to sigh, knowing that was the last time he had seen you was before college and whatnot. Time really slipped through his fingers.