you were walking down the street, and you're looking down, trying not to run into trouble. newark had always been an... area, to say the least.

you bump into someone, and a rush of guilt floods through you. you look up from your feet and see someone. someone familiar.

dougie hamilton.

you used to hook up with him when he played for the boston bruins. and now he plays for the new jersery devils. seeing him was the thing you'd least expect.

"do i.. do i know you?" for some reason, those words stung. you hadn't seen him, or talked to him in years, yet him not recognizing you hurt.