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Oh. Hi.

Hi.

Uh, Lily has to run out.

Some friend in need.

She'll be back in an hour or two.

Oh.

Oh, uh, you feel a little hot and sweaty. Can I get you something to

Yes, I could use a glass of water.

I'm sorry. I guess it's true that I stare at you a little bit.

It's just that you remind me of somebody.

Really?

Yes.

Someone I knew a long time ago.

This isn't the first time it's ever happened.

The... the first time?

Nobody's ever reminded me of him before.

Because there wasn't anyone like him.

Nobody in the world.

Who was he?

If you don't mind my asking.

That's the boy I knew.

Do you still know him?

Oh, no, no.

I don't.

I guess you could say we just lost touch.

Well, sometimes people can reconnect.

I won't hold my breath, though.

You remind me of someone, too.

I do?

That's strange.

Who?

I don't know exactly.

I mean, I do know, but it doesn't make any sense.

Tell me.

It's this recurring dream I've been having.

There's a woman sitting next to me in a car, but she's laughing.

It's a little heevy.

But I can't quite make out her face.

Or I couldn't.

Until last night.

Last night?

I dreamt of her again.

The time she came into focus.

It was you.

Only you were younger, I guess.

And you dressed a little different.

She was with you in a car?

Yeah.

She's always in the passenger seat.

She's laughing.

She puts her hand on mine.

She always touches my watch.

Your watch?

Yeah. I feel like in the dream, if it was a present,

she'd given it to me.

And then what happened in your dream?

She screamed.

Is it you?

I'm sorry?

I'm sorry, Ryan.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what came over me.

I just need to go out and get the mirror.

Excuse me, please.

I didn't realize you were in here.

No problem.

Oh, there is a problem.

Excuse me?

Quit playing dumb with me, pretty boy.

What's going on between you and my girlfriend?

And don't even try to tell me it's nothing.

I'm not stupid.

I don't really know how to answer that.

You know, Lily's always had a thing for two -timing jerk -offs. And as much as I

love the girl... A leopard never really changes their spots.

Excuse me. I'm going to go wait for Lily and her room before she comes back. Oh,

no. You don't go anywhere until I say so.

I'm not blind.

I can see the way you look at each other.

Aurora,

I'm not thinking... I saw you in the bedroom a few minutes ago. I thought you

were home alone, huh?

I know this sounds completely ridiculous, but it isn't what you think.

I'll tell you what I think.

I think you need to understand a few things, pretty boy.

To get to Magdalene, you have to go through me.

Laura, I'm so sorry I upset you.

I wish I could explain.

Magdalene isn't the only one around here with dirty little secrets.

Did you know that? I used to fuck men too, and I was damn good at it.

And the one thing I learned about men, they're ruled by one thing and one thing

only.

This.

You make the dick happy, you make the man happy.

Control the dick, you control the man. Am I right, pretty boy?

Aurora, please.

Aw, I like when you beg. I like that you understand who's in control here.

Just give up.

Aurora, please don't do this.

You need to learn a lesson, pretty boy.

Okay.

I'm going to open that door and let her see you with your pants down, trying to

hit on her mom's poor lesbian girlfriend.

What would she think of Captain Save -A -Puppy then?

Are you alright?

What are you doing?

I'll be out in a minute, baby.

I just feel a little sick.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

Is mom home?

I don't think so.

Where's Aurora?

Baby,

just let me finish up in here, okay?

Okay. I'll be downstairs.

So the next time you have a hard -on, pretty boy, you come to me, not my

girlfriend. Do you understand?

Talk to me.

Please.

My God.

It was only 24.

It's strange to think of it now.

Where were you going when you were driving in the car that day?

City Hall.

I was going to a lock.

I was a drunk driver.

Came out of nowhere.

He swerved into our lane.

Did you get hurt?

Broken collarbone.

Pretty bad scratches.

But Michael... Michael was thrown from the car.

He died instantly.

I'm so sorry.

He died at 1 .46 p .m.

I don't know exactly what time it was.

because that's when his watch stopped.

His watch?

He was wearing a watch I'd given him for his birthday.

He never took it off.

Magdalene, this... This just doesn't make any sense.

I felt him the moment they saw you, William.

I felt like I was seeing a ghost.

No. I don't believe in this crap, Magdalene.

I'm a man of science and medicine and science.

There has got to be some sort of rational explanation for this.

It's got to be some sort of coincidence or something.

It's got to be some sort of, like, weird... What's the rational

William? Why do you have his memory?

I don't. I can't. It's impossible.

Just listen to how crazy we both sound.

Why do you have recurring dreams about the day he died?

We're letting our imaginations run wild here.

And, Evelyn, I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

And I'm sorry for all the trouble that I've caused.

I don't owe you anywhere.

I know your soul.

I'll send a car tomorrow to pick up Lily and take her back to school.

I can't stay here anymore.

I'm sorry.

I wonder if he found out somehow.

I wonder if that's why he left.

Found out what?

What I did.

What did you do?

I saw Evan yesterday.

Oh, Lily, no.

I thought that was over.

I know.

I know.

Why did you see him? What for?

I don't know.

He called me and I just...

You melt.

Yeah.

I understand.

I feel so terrible.

Ryan's such an amazing guy, and I didn't want to hurt him.

That's the last thing I wanted to do.

It's beyond your control.

Wow, Mom.

I thought you were going to give me much harder times about this.

One thing I've learned, Lily, is that we can't choose who we love or how long

we'll love them.

Sometimes it's only a few months, a few days, and sometimes

forever.

You look beautiful.

Here, sit down.

It's a new drive from Springfield.

Magdalene, why did you come here?

I needed to see you.

I'm still trying to make sense of everything.

I dream about you every night.

I just don't know what to think.

I don't know what to believe.

I don't know what's real.

What does your heart tell you?

My heart?

What do you feel?

It doesn't matter what I feel, Magdalene.

Feelings are irrational.

They can't be trusted. They're suggestible. They're unreliable.

I believe in proof.

I believe in empirical evidence.

And there's just no way to have that here.

I care about that.

How do you feel about me?

I think of you every waking moment.

I can't think of anybody but you.

And then, when I go to sleep at night, you're there again, in my dreams.