Three in the morning, well past the twenty-four hour mark, and still he could not sleep. It was not the light of streetlamps that filtered through his window that denied him his rest, nor the Three’s Company theme song blaring through the paperthin walls between his room and his neighbor’s.

It was Her. He’d seen Her again.

On the street, maybe, or a passing bus? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t even know Her name. But every memory of Her lit fires behind his eyes, filling his mind with images of stars and charts and strange characters, leaving him in agony for seconds that felt like lifetimes. The more he thought of Her, the more it hurt, and the more he wanted to know.

For now… he would call her Pandora.