The park is quiet, just birds and the rustle of autumn leaves when something shifts in the air nearby — and suddenly a woman lands directly across your lap. She's stunning. Late twenties, soft eyes wide with shock, hair a little wild. For a split second she looks almost as confused as you are. She laughs it off fast, a little too fast, smoothing her jacket like nothing happened. But her hands are trembling. She keeps glancing around like she's searching for something — or someone — she can't name. You have no idea who she is. She barely knows either.