Down to You Page #6

I do.

I would like you to meet Emma.

Sorry we didn't meet at the club, but

I was busy looking to take Eddie home.

We had ice-cream and

he listened to my problems...

and then we fell asleep

in each other's arms.

We...

kind of hit it off.

-That's really cool.

-Sh*t.

We're going to miss Shark Week.

She loves the Discovery Channel.

What can I tell you?

-Let's take a cab, okay?

-No, subway is faster.

I'm not good with open wounds.

You were always my Lancelot.

I was just never your king.

A lot of good moments

in that park down there.

How is the Renaissance?

It's good. My new book

is out next month.

I'm doing the university lecture

tour thing.

The movies are always there,

always making money.

But I'd only admit this to you.

I miss the tingles.

I heard a rumor you tried to...

end it.

I tried to get my life back

through a...

romantic exorcism.

It's not the meaning of life, Alfred.

It's the feeling of life.

Look at that park down there.

Just think how many loves

lost and found in it.

How many first kisses kissed.

Frisbees lost.

And just remember...

that's your park, friend.

And you've got your whole life

to walk through it.

I was in town so I called you at your

old number. It was disconnected.

-I moved.

-I know. I called your parents.

They filled me in.

San Francisco seems

to agree with you.

You even have a tinge

of Haigh-Ashbury.

It's kinda hard to dodge that style

when you live in the Haigh.

Must be nice, though. Having a job,

doing what you love.

Sometimes I think it's silly.

But then when I go to the bookstores

and I see the covers that I've done...

-I don't know. It's kind of cool.

-It's really cool.

I mean, they flew you out here

for a book convention...

and put you up in a hotel

for the whole weekend.

Sounds like you're doing

really well.

So...

you're going to work in fish.

You know how I feel about fish.

-That one has a really nice view.

-I've seen better.

Megan, sweetie, come on.

You know what my fear is?

-What?

-One day we'll pass on the street...

...and have an artificial conversation.

-That's the worst.

So, you're going home tomorrow?

Actually, today.

My flight is in two hours.

The sun will be up soon.

I can't believe we spent

the whole night walking around.

-This looks familiar.

-I try to avoid this corner.

Let's go over there. It'll help you

overcome your demons.

-Now you're the therapist again.

-And you're the patient again.

As always.

So can I psychoanalyze you?

Sure.

Post-collegiate years:

half-empty or half-full?

-Half-empty.

-I'd have to go with half-empty too.

Greatest accomplishment

since I last saw you?

Making friends with a spider.

-Vices?

-Shampoo.

Was that rumor true?

It's open to interpretation.

What are your vices?

-It's supposed to be about you, not me.

-It's been about you a little bit.

-The sun's going to come up soon.

-Don't change the subject.

You.

You mean that?

I should go.

I really should go.

My flight's in...

I've gotta go to my hotel and get

my bags, and I'm gonna be late.

Will I see you again?

Just open it after I leave.

How can this work?

I don't know.

-But we've come this far.

-I thought we met too young.

But in starting over we could get

some place different.

Some place we never imagined.

Al was right.

We met too young.

But Imogen was right.

We could start over.

-Starting over meant making choices.

-So I made one.

I got a job at

a four-star restaurant...

in San Francisco.

-Now...

-I'm home.

I had one thing left to prove.

"Why are you walking around in

the dark? Go turn on the lights."

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