The streets had changed, buildings were gone that I had known. The Coffee Messiah had been repainted - inside the walls were plain white and the furniture all made of aluminum tubes. The owner didn't care at all about the history of the place.
I went looking for vorona. She'd moved into a crummy but cheap shared house, and my old cat, Hestia, was walking around. I leafed through my copy of In Search of Lost Time while I was waiting for her. Inside of it, two pages had been replaced with similar ones that announced the wedding of two of my friends back in Seattle (something which really happened). I thought it was funny that they'd known they were going to get married for so long that they were able to jimmy my book like that.
And then finally I saw vorona and gave her a big hug. She seemed thin and fragile. I realized as I said goodbye that I didn't know when I would see her again, and it made me start crying.
So there you go - Seattle, I dream of you.