The mind plays tricks on you. When my grandmother died when I was in the sixth grade, I imagined I saw her everywhere. So, I am imagine i am seeing poor Andrew Choi everywhere. I thought I saw him at Starbucks looking in at me through the window one evening. The next night I saw him again in the parking lot of the "Poh House." I'll have to ask Anna Lin next time I'm in there. Probably a relative or something.