On the chilly, now windless night, in his vehicle he adjusted the temperature, to get a bit warmer. Kyle didn't know why he was feeling this way. The feelings that Harold Harlacher had stirred up, causing the sediment of love to surface again. Uneasiness, forgetfulness, anxiety, confusion... And nostalgia only flooded him just as soon as Harold hung up and his words settled in Kyle's cultured mentality. He felt it all simultaneously, the emotions that he expressed at the sound of her very name being uttered. His heart skipped a beat, while the acknowledgement strummed at his strings involuntarily, even though he thought it couldn't be the person he had in mind. The world, after all, was a very large place.