It appears I'm at a party, mingling around with people. A guy named Carl is there, whom I see around Garden Home sometimes, and introduced myself to once.

I have written some sort of song or poem that involves Carl, and I am sort of showing it to everyone, and I hand the paper to him to read.

"How did you know all that about me?" he asks, appearing confused.

"You told me, that one time, when we met, a long ago", I explain.