Come Back to Me Page #2

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But then I took my first bite, and

I... I didn't stop until I finished.

Well, I better get back...

Right.

You have things to do.

- Good night.

- Oh, just, uh, one more thing?

Wh-what was the brand, again?

Uh...of the cookies?

Um... Rainbridge Farm.

Right, Rainbridge Farm.

I'm gonna pick some of those up at work tomorrow.

OK. Good night, Dale.

To the extent that the consumption

of Internet pornography

is a factor subverting family life,

it harms not only those affected

immediately by the user,

but also by the wider society,

as well, as empirical research

testifies, to the relationship

between family stability and the desirable

individual and social outcomes.

It was awful.

I mean, I woke up hyperventilating, disoriented.

My heart was racing like a million miles a minute.

Pavor nocturnus.

Excuse me?

Night terrors.

They're most common with kids,

but not uncommon with adults,

especially those experiencing stress

or a recent traumatic episode.

I'd say you fit into both

categories, don't you think?

Look, they're not dangerous, but

what you do during them can be.

Using kitchen appliances, walking into things.

I mean, people have been known to

jump out of windows in their sleep.

Wow, I guess I should feel lucky

all I did was change my top.

I remember... a while back, I was

experiencing something similar.

Waking at odd hours,

panicking with this strange feeling.

Anyway, my therapist thought it probably

had something to do with my divorce.

I was feeling unsafe, unprotected.

That is why I adopted Buster.

And?

He must've been right. I've felt fine ever since.

Are you saying that's how I feel?

Unprotected?

I'm saying you want something

Josh may not wanna give you.

And your subconscious may be reacting to that.

This should relax you.

One before bed.

Thank you.

Oh, Jesus, babe.

Babe, you scared me.

You alright?

I don't know.

There. Better?

Thank you.

So, you saw Leslie about these things?

These, um... what did you call them?

- Night terrors.

- Ooh, sounds ominous.

She said they're not dangerous,

but it's what you can do to yourself

while you're asleep that can be.

Like spilling wine on your clothes and

taking them off? Yeah, pretty lethal.

I don't think it was wine, Josh.

OK, OK, I'm sorry. Umm... What else?

When I woke up... I smelled cleaning products.

- OK, well, um, I'm gonna call in sick tonight.

- No, you don't have to do that.

I know I don't have to do it. I want to.

Who is it?

Uhh... work.

So, uh, I'm gonna tell them that I'm not

coming in tonight, and you just relax.

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Oh! Oh, you-you have the results already.

Yeah, that was-that was quick.

Uh, no. No, now's a-now's a good time.

Uh-huh.

So, so that's it, then.

No, thank you.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm just tired is all.

Uhh, tell me about it.

So, why don't you stop work and join me?

Mmm, give me a half hour.

I'm kind of on a roll at the moment.

Alright, see you soon.

To the extent that the consumption

of Internet pornography

is a factor subverting family

life, it harms not only those

affected immediately by the user,

also by the wider society,

as well, as empirical research

testifies, to the relationship

between family stability and the desirable

individual and social outcomes.

Josh! Josh! Josh!

Josh!

Josh!

Josh?

Josh!

Josh! Josh!

Josh! Josh!

No! No!

Josh?! Josh?! No!

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

What time is it?

What's going... what's going on?

What is going on?

Oh, I think we must've fallen asleep.

Whoa. Ho-ho.

Honey?

What, honey?

Honey?

Honey, honey, it's OK, it's OK. It's fine, OK?

- It's fine.

- I think I...

I remember th... I thought I...

- Didn't I have... I remember...

- What?

- God, I can't f***ing remember!

- Hey, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah!

You're really freaking me out now, OK?

Just... please, just calm down.

Calm down, calm down. Looks like nothing miss...

Come on, OK?

What happened?

How did my phone get cracked?

What is happening?!

There's nothing...

- What's happening?!

- there's nothing wrong, OK? It's fine.

It's fine. God, it's fine.

Baby...

It's been two weeks, Les.

Passing out, waking up,

having flashes of nightmares

I can't fully remember.

We could try changing pills.

No, no, no more pills.

What's the point, anyway?

At least my place is clean.

What?

When I... wake up, it smells like

I've been cleaning in my sleep.

What?

Nothing.

Look, why don't you record yourself?

- What?

- Set up a camera.

Get a better sense of what

you're doing in your sleep.

Monitor your patterns.

Can I show you something?

Um, sure.

I haven't even shown this to Josh.

Look.

At what?

Exactly.

My scar... where my head hit the steering wheel...

It's gone.

Like it never existed.

Scars fade, Sarah.

Really?

They fade completely and after only 3 months?

No.

What is happening to me?

Jesus Christ, that damn dog.

Sorry.

Buster, come here.

Wait-wait-wait. Not yet, not yet.

Now, ready, ready, ready?

- OK, OK.

- Open.

Oh, my f***ing God. How did you get this?

Oh, I made a few calls, called in a few favors.

- Hmm.

- This is ours for a week.

A week? Yeah.

Wait, how did you do that? What

are we gonna do in a week?

Um...

Everything.

Oh, everything.

Yeah.

Everything.

Hi.

Hi.

Did you sleep well?

Like the dead.

No night terrors?

No.

Oh, must be the change of scenery, then.

Mmm-hmm... I could stay here forever.

Housekeeping.

Or until she comes.

Come back in a week.

It was the best, Leslie.

A week of pampering, laying by the pool,

and finally, some peaceful sleeping.

I guess I was just stressed

out after all, you know?

Sh*t, Leslie, let me call you back.

Oh, God.

I am so not in the mood.

Please don't come over, please

don't come over. Please don't...

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, Dale.

Hi, Sarah.

Can I help you with something?

Where have you been?

Excuse me?

This last week, where have you been?

That's none of your business.

Sorry, I was just worried about you.

Is everything OK?

Everything's fine, thank you.

Good... good.

Is there anything else?

Oh, no, sorry.

I'll see you later, Sarah.

Shoot, Dale.

You'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on.

- Shoot.

- Oh, Dale.

I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.

What?

OK... look to the left.

Good.

To the right.

Looks fine.

And there's no sign of a wound.

- Do you have a headache?

- No.

- So, this wasn't a night terror, but a...

- I don't know.

- A black out?

- I don't know, I don't know, I...

Take your time.

I don't-I don't f***ing know, Les. I mean, I-I-I...

I think I went to go out for a run and then...

I don't know, I'm waking up on

the couch in the other room.

- Do you remember falling over?

- Look, even if I did, how did I end up there?

Oh, my God, oh, my God. Not again.

I'd come and hold you hair back,

but I'm a sympathetic vomiter.

Sarah, you OK?

What the f*** is going on?

A repercussion from the car accident, maybe?

Let's see the neurologist again, get an MRI.

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