"Where did he go?"
"Down there. Down those steps."
"Okay. Wait. I have to take these pumps off. Shh."
"Don't shh me. He was watching us. He was taking notes again. With that blasted pencil. Crap."
"Well, you know what must be done. You've done it before."
"Let's pause a minute. We have a decision to make. Seriously, this THIS could change the course of our lives."
"It's just one more. One more thing in the way, and then we can...."
"See, this is where we are different. With you, it's always just one more thing, but for me, it just goes on and on and with no end in sight."
"Everything we've done up to this minute has led to this. So we go forward. There was no point, if we don't."
"Maybe there was no point at all. Oh, don't look at me that way. I know you've considered what might have happened..instead."
"You live in a world where the past is a puzzle, and you can remove pieces and put them somewhere else and get a different outcome. Me? I live in the real world, the world where it is what it is."
"Each minute that we stand here, with no decision, we hold the world at bay. If we don't go down those steps, if we don't go back the way we came, we can make time stand still. And for ten minutes, my love, I just want to be in this moment, at this place, with you, with no action required. Give me your hand. Give me a kiss."
"You are such a cramp. Get moving."
