He left her where he met her last, there among the crowd. Her gaze reflected off him as he peered at her. He could not sense her presence as he approached. She was unintentionally stealthed from his sensors. As he embraced her that first time, ten feet from where he left her last, he did not feel her affection. She didn't melt at his touch much as he didn't melt at her gaze as he used to, even though he wanted to. Was it her, was it him, or was it simply the time and place?

Space. It's a novel concept. A realm of nothingness that is inevitably filled with wondrous adventures. One of these enumerable adventures is you, one is me, and one is the adventure of Sci, the Last Sparatan. Here is a glimpse: