We've gone together to revisit my childhood apartment. The ground floor has been converted to stores, so that the complex is now one big mall. My old building is a frozen yogurt shop. We eat huge helpings together, but we break up to look for something else. She goes right, I go left. She finds another froyo store, walks around aimlessly with a small free sample; I find nothing I want. I'm all the time looking back at her, but, can't tell if she does the same, or not.