Years ago, on a spring evening at the old Attanasia Homestead in Flemington New Jersey, fate, friends, and a few drinks tossed Paige and Ralph awkwardly together. She was a rainbow, a comet. He was a torch. They circled each other like ships in a whirlpool. They bounced off each other like science molecules. Together, apart, together again. They'd find each other in a hundred hundred lifetimes. They've always been together. They always will.