I was Science Guy. She was… whatever isn’t that. All heart? She was astoundingly intelligent, but trusted her instincts, her gut, her heart in every situation. Her heart told her we had been lovers at least once before, and with that kiss we found each other again. It wasn’t lust, it wasn’t a fling, it was the reunion of lost lovers. Or so says she. Those photos were just winks from the powers that be who had been trying since 1972 to hook us up (another story there) and who finally had to drag us literally to the far side of the planet so we could meet. Who am I to argue?