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I walk in to the instructors room at Lab, wiping rain of my goggles and shaking drops from my helmet. I'm cold and wet, and the faces at the three long tables seem alarmingly unfamiliar in the close room. As I go to sit down next to the group of instructors I came in with, I collide with a compact girl in a snowboard jacket. "Sorry", I mutter, more concerned with my scattered gloves and helmet then the face helping me to pick them up. When I look up, I recognize her face, twice familiar. "Hi", I say, "didn't I meet you in Barns & Noble?"