Yeah, well, that’s the worst-case scenario. Best-case? We passed each other on the street yesterday, and for some reason our faces stuck in each other’s minds. Or maybe he was one of the suits in the Coffee Bon when I was doing my gig with Cat. If that’s the case, then I’m safe. When he finally places me, his reaction is going to be more, "Hey, small world," than, "Infiltrator! Call out the dogs!"