In another universe, Van Palmer drove into her old soccer teammate’s cult and stuck around for the chaos that would follow.

But, here? Van high tailed it out of there at the first opportunity.

You shared her sentiment.

Thus, you find yourself in Van’s old wood-paneled station wagon on your way to IHOP with a woman you’ve not spoken to in 25 years.

“So…” Van begins, trying to break the awkward silence. “How have things been?” she asks, eyes on the road ahead as she drives.