Golam was passing through some cinematic cues without direction. An older woman who looked as if her face had been reconfigured for maximum avatar-beauty, came up to him with a drink in each of her hands. She handed one to Golam who was trying to recall where he had seen her before. The cosmetic preferences that traced a familiar imprint on her well-worn face had him thinking back to a time and a place that he couldn't recall.

"I've met you somewhere," he said, "a face like yours is not easily forgotten."