He remembers how he got here. I don’t. I’m not sure I ever asked, but through time, patience, and persistence, his name became a familiar one to me. Emails winged back and forth between Australia and the States on a slow, irregular basis, until eventually they were anticipated and savored things. At some point, I took for granted that from time to time, Lukas’s name would pop up in my inbox, with updates and thoughts and reactions.