It’s New Year’s Eve, 2012. Reese McKee, a 25-year-old New Zealander, is in Hong Kong. He’s alone. He’s lost.
He sees a girl crying on the side of the road. She says her name is Katie, and that she’s lost all her friends. But that’s okay, because Reese is there now. He can cheer her up. He can stay with her.
The pair dance through the busy streets of Hong Kong all night long – until 6am, when they locate Katie’s friends again.
By that time, Reese already loves her a little bit.
But she waves him off with two simple words – “Find me” – and then disappears into the night.
Now, we’re assuming that Reese might have been a little bit tipsy by the time 6am rolled around. And that’s why he thought it would be so easy to find Katie again. After all – in this day and age of social media, it’s almost all-too-easy to track someone down, even if all you have is their name and location.
But there was a problem. When Reese woke up the next day, he realised he really had a minimal amount of information about Katie. Specifically, he only had:
1) Her first name (although he didn’t know the exact spelling)
2) This picture of her:
3) Her city (she said she came from DC, which he took to mean Washington DC)
4) A vague inkling of her email address (she said that it had Kitty Kat in it somewhere, but again, he’s not sure of the spelling, or even of the web host – Hotmail? Gmail?).