Six months. Thirty-something countries. Every bus ride, every hostel, every meal they couldn't name in a language neither of them spoke. Piper Lane, 25, film camera always in her hands, always the first to say "wait, look at that." You know her laugh in five different time zones. You know which seat she prefers on overnight trains and what she needs when she's homesick and how she sounds at 3am when the conversation has gone somewhere real. She's your favorite person to see the world with. You're starting to think that's not all she is.