A Walk in the Woods Page #8

Four and a half? That's not bad.

Each light year is six trillion miles,

so that's...

twenty six trillion miles.

- Twenty-six trillion. That's the closest?

- Yep.

And there's one hundred billion stars

in our galaxy.

There's more galaxies in the universe

than there are grains of sand on earth.

That is big.

- And we are small.

- Yeah.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(PEBBLES CLATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What the...

People?

People? People?

- People?

- People?

(GRUNTS)

People! Hello!

- Hello! Hello, down here!

- Hello!

Help, please!

Help!

Hey, down there.

You've got to be shitting me.

What happened to your pants?

- Uh, it's a long story.

- MAN:
Copy that.

You guys just stay put.

We'll get you out of there.

- Nice fellas.

- Yeah.

- I love those guys.

- Me, too.

- You still got some of that jerky?

- Yeah.

You still good on water?

- About three-quarters. You?

- Yeah, same.

- Hey, Stephen?

- Yeah?

Do you want to go home?

Yeah, I do. I really do.

We weren't even close, were we?

What are you talking about?

We did it, Bryson.

We never even laid eyes on Mount Katahdin.

Another mountain?

How many mountains do you need to see?

(CHUCKLES)

- That's one way of looking at it.

- That's the only way of looking at it.

As far as I'm concerned,

we walked the Appalachian Trail.

We walked it in the heat,

we walked it in the snow,

we walked it until our feet bled.

We hiked the Appalachian Trail, Bryson.

Maybe you're right.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

- You guys called a cab? All right.

- BOTH:
Yeah.

This thing's heavy.

You been carrying it awhile?

All the way from Georgia.

You don't say. Good for you, fellas.

Hey, where you guys from?

Iowa.

That's not possible.

No such thing as a Red Sox fan from Iowa.

(CHUCKLING)

(CHUCKLING)

Here you go.

"Dearest Catherine..."

That's as far as you got?

It's lucky we were saved.

There are certain things

you just can't put into words.

Safe journey, okay?

Yeah.

You still owe me 600 bucks.

You know I'm good for it, right?

Oh, yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Remember me?

Oh. (SNIFFLES)

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(SIGHING)

KATZ:
She had one hell of a stack

of pancakes. Katz.

I hate your guts.

(CHUCKLES)

Never buy underpants

for a woman you don't know.

F***ers still didn't get me.

(CHUCKLES)

Bryson, just wondering,

what's next?

(SHUFFLING POSTCARDS)

(STACK THUDS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(MELLOW SONG PLAYING)

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