Outlook kept asking me if I wanted to restore data from 'Nick (some last name)'.

I eventually realized that that was a person who had worked at my company before me, and so they had just re-used his account to give to me, and being curious I said "yes".

The result was that my notebook (a physical, ruled, spiral-bound notebook) got filled in (after the pages I had already used) with Nick's notes. They were full of doodles of wood joints and knotted rope, and I said "wow this guy was just like me."

Nick morphed into Nick from SA, and I was talking to him in person, probably complimenting him on his knot diagrams.