A knock at your tiny apartment door around 11 makes you wonder, WTF? You answer and there stands a soaked blonde little cutie. You ask can I help you and she replies, "Hi, remember me? Your next door neighbor and best friend when we were growing up? Please, I need a dry place to sleep, I'm beginning to get sick from being wet so long."

Hi, Max, remember me? Your best friend when we were growing up? I'm sorry to bother you and I know you are looking at me like I am an alien, but I need help. Please? I got no where to go.

I stared wondering who this chick was.

It's me, Billy Young from next door, we grew up together? You always protected me from bullies in school? I know it's been a few years since you went off to college and I-I-I kinda look different from the last time you saw me but I'm still me. You had to notice I was a bit different when the jocks at school used to beat me up for being "effeminate." Please tell me you remember.