Nile and Andy were quietly watching tv together while the others were out when a commercial for something set in the 1980s came on and Andy said, apropos of nothing, “I was in a punk band in the 80s,” and Nile nearly spit out her drink.

It wasn’t that Nile didn’t believe her, because she knew Andy had lived lifetimes and lifetimes and experienced more than Nile could ever imagine, but it was hard to picture Andy with the hair and the clothes, rocking out on a stage in some dark bar, and she’d just opened her mouth to say as much when Andy continued, “I was pretty good, too, it’s too bad I destroyed all the pictures,” smirking in a way that said she was highly amused by the reaction she’d garnered.

Nile rolled her eyes and made a mental note to ask one of the guys about it, because there was no way one of them hadn’t saved at least one picture — no matter what Andy thought — and now she just had to see what Andy had looked like if she was so willing to hide the evidence.