We first crossed paths on a blustery day in Cambridge, MA, when Jane's dog Winston pooped inside the building of the Harvard Science Center late one evening. There was just one horrified onlooker present---later we discovered this was Emily, waiting to start her organic chemistry lab. We crossed paths again in an historic small town in upstate New York, during a medical school interview, and again picking up our keys to move in on the first day at Stanford. We were assigned the same cadaver during our first quarter (cadavers were assigned by last name) and bonded over dissecting out tissue planes hours each week and watching biochemistry videos at Jane's kitchen table every Thursday evening in our weekly study date. On our first "date date" (?), we ate fake pho Jane made from zucchini noodles (embarassing in retrospect) and watched The Film: Rolling, a documentary giving insight into the multitude of triumphs and challenges (and systemic ableism!) touching the lives of individuals with disabilities. We also discovered that day that we were in the same department at Harvard, Human Evolutionary Biology, and even shared a letter of recommendation writer in our medical school applications, none other than the esteemed and adventurous Professor Richard Wrangham, PhD. Finally, Jane and Emily's first weekend excursion to Montara Beach near Half Moon Bay, top down in a borrowed convertible, blasting Melissa Ethridge over the stereo and singing along, was when we knew for sure that there was something to explore in our connection.