I remember you.
18. Make lean. In between. I'm sorry there's no one here to take your call.
Dingy light shines around a moderately clean curtain. Fiona stands in her kitchen feeling for the motes of light that dance and sway and tell a different story from yesterday.
I cannot help you. I cannot help myself.
I've talked to Trey, isn't that what you wanted? I don't want you, you don't want me. So leave.
What do you mean, they're coming? Who's them?