So I get a call from my dear friend, Logan Pierce, one morning a few weeks ago. He says, and I quote, Dude, I had this dream last night. I was lost in this place, I don't know where, and then before I knew it I was in your New York loft on the Upper West Side. I was with this woman... A stranger. She has a mask. She was beautiful, tall, mysterious, and she had short, cropped hair...