It was a cold and miserable day when I first encountered Huxley. I was staying overnight in a small town, taking a break from my trip around the world. I was walking down the footpath, amazed at the density of fog, which was quite out of character for this area.

I happened across a small men's formal wear store, and being a lover of fine clothes, I stopped to examine an exquisite display in the store window. After a short while I continued my exploration of the town, but after no more than a half-dozen steps was I bumped into.

Immediately, I turned to try and see the culprit. "No doubt it was some punk kid," I said to myself, growling. "Come here and apologise!"
A small figure came towards me, his form hidden by the fog. To my surprise, it was a small man and not a child, donning a bowler hat. "Pardon me kind sir, I didn't see you walking there," he said, in an intriguing accent. He tipped his hat and continued on his way.

I followed him for a way, his demeanour and presence was magnetic. He suddenly rounded a corner I hadn't noticed. I quickly followed him, but when I turned the corner, he was gone. The fog had lifted slightly, so I easily noticed the envelope attached to the wall beside me.

Inside it read: "Jiro, one day, in an alternate, technologically advanced world, we will meet again. Until then, remember my name - Huxley Vannevar Hobbes. Until then, farewell."

I was quite moved my the letter, and made it my life goal to find Huxley again. But alas, I died and was reincarnated in my current form, too young and poor to afford to travel to his place of residence across the sea. One day my friend, one day.