Charles and I met on a Saturday morning in Middle Earth...commons, that is, at UC Irvine. We laughed at stories of bad room mates and first experiences in college over personalized omelettes, but I didn't see the then orange haired cyclist for another year. When the following year's October Fest came around, he walked my friends and I home. We saw more of each other as he stopped by to borrow sugar, have dinner, or watch movies. On Hallow's Eve we stayed up all night and told each other how we felt at sunrise.