EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT

               Crying and heavy with despair, Chelsea is pacing the street
               corner, bereft and addled. Ross stands in the middle of the
               street, parylyitic.

                                   CHELSEA
                             (Screams)
                         I fucking loved you, Ross!

               Ross winces, his shoulders slouch and he drops his head.

                                   ROSS
                         Chels...

               She continues to pace, the tears doubling her over in an
               unsettling ebb and flow.

                                   ROSS
                         What... what can I say?

               Ross takes a step toward the street corner and an anger fills
               him.

                                   ROSS
                             (Livid)
                         What do you need me to say?!

               Her rage tampered for a moment, Chelsea pauses and stares
               into Ross's eyes. A moment later, clarity befalls her.

                                   CHELSEA
                             (Calm, assured)
                         Nothing.

               She turns, arms crossed to fend off the cold night, tears
               drying on her cheeks, and walks away.

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               INT. ROSS'S APARTMENT - DAY (DAWN)

               Freshly woken, Chelsea sits on the large, soft and
               comfortable couch in Ross's apartment. She still suffers a
               beautiful case of morning-hair, a pressed, unwashed face, and
               can only peek out of one eye, as the other has yet to adjust
               to morning. She yawns and snuggles into the couch, revelling
               in the purity of her state--wearing only a pair of underwear
               and a scrubby shirt.

               Ross sits across from her, hunched forward, staring at her
               with a scientific intensity and a deep and fathomless
               contentment.

                                   ROSS
                         You are amazing.

               Chelsea smiles widely, drinking in his adulation.

                                   ROSS
                         You know on those perfect mornings,
                         so few and far between, when you
                         wake up and there's a light, cool
                         breeze playing with the curtains?
                         The sun, just winking in through
                         the trees, has heated your legs but
                         the room is neither warm nor cool,
                         it's that perfect, brisk
                         temperature? And there is not a
                         joint ache, a muscle pain, or kink
                         in your entire body? It is simple,
                         sweet, and pure bliss?

               Too dreamy to acknowledge each word, Chelsea nods intently.

                                   ROSS
                         You fill me with that bliss every
                         waking moment...

               Nothing could break his stare.

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               EXT. PARK - NIGHT

               Holding hands, Chelsea and Ross are strolling carelessly
               through the park. They laugh, they giggle, and dance around
               their mutual nervous uncertainty.

                                   ROSS
                         I can't believe this! You've
                         actually seen "Eraserhead" and...
                         you liked it!

                                   CHELSEA
                             (Punches Ross's shoulder)
                         Hey! Why's that so hard to believe?

                                   ROSS
                         Why? Why?! Only because it was one
                         of the strangest movies I've ever
                         seen. That movie creeped me out for
                         days.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Wussy!

               Ross stops and pulls Chelsea to look at him. He grins wryly,
               and she matches his gaze with a mischievous joviality.

               They continue walking, in silence for a few moments. For
               Chelsea's apartment entrance is very near. Arrived, Ross
               summons up a change of topic and mood.

                                   ROSS
                         Hey, thanks for tonight. As
                         horribly cliche as this is going to
                         sound, it is entirely honest and
                         appropriate: I had an awesome time.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Your welcome, Ross. Overall, it was
                         a decent outing--though I've had
                         better.

               Stunned, Ross stares open-jawed at Chelsea, too shocked to
               respond with any emotion or phrase. A moment later, Chelsea
               smiles an irresistibly disarming and coy smile, and it melts
               Ross immediately. She giggles, and pounces on him, kissing
               him while, still flat-footed, he just stands there suffering
               shock and awe. Then, without word (for they have just been
               made unnecessary) she turns and walks inside, leaving Ross
               dumbly and joyously speechless.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. COFFEE ON THE MOON - DAY OR NIGHT

               Alone and quieted, Ross enters the cafe and slips comfortably
               into his routine: getting a Big Americano, a drink stamp on
               the freebie-card, and tipping the Barista College fund
               whatever small change is left over after purchasing his
               coffee.

               Espresso in hand, he sits at an empty table and waits. Some
               while later, Chelsea enters the cafe and initially doesn't
               spot Ross. She walks past, seemingly dazed, but then via
               peripheral, notices him, and blushes.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Oh! Sorry. I'm...

               Double-taking, she opts to get a drink first.

                                   CHELSEA
                         One sec.

               A minute later, she returns and sits down and sighs,
               exhausted.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Sorry for being later. It's been a
                         crazy day.

                                   ROSS
                         Hey, no worries. How's it going?

                                   CHELSEA
                         Eh, pretty good. Safe to say, this
                         Chai Tea Late is going to help.

                                   ROSS
                             (Chuckles)
                         Really? That stressful?

                                   CHELSEA
                         Oh, you have no idea. Class ran
                         twenty minutes late today because
                         my Professor had some family thing
                         come up and was late. And the my
                         shift was hectic...

                                   ROSS
                         Define hectic, since I'm not really
                         sure what it is you do.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Well, I had to make a trip down to
                         Goldstream because some kids were
                         dumping pop and bleach and weird
                         stuff into the water. While I was
                         there I got a call about a family
                         of Eagles we've been tracking, and
                         then I had to go fix the nest we've
                         built for them... and... I don't
                         know. It's just been a crazy day.

                                   ROSS
                         A day in the life of a Conservation
                         Officer, eh?

               Both chuckle. A barista delivers Chelsea's drink.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Thanks.
                             (Turning back to Ross)
                         So? How about you?

                                   ROSS
                         Ehh... nothing interesting. Listen,
                         I've been dying to ask...
                             (Uneasy)
                         You want to catch a movie sometime?
                         Maybe grab some food at this great
                         place I know downtown?

               Chelsea blushes and giggles.

                                   CHELSEA
                         I'd love to, Ross.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. LIBRARY - DAY

               Intently scanning each row of books, Ross is browsing for
               science fiction novellas. He leans out the odd title--"2010:
               Odyssey Two," by Arthur C. Clarke, "Logan's Run," by William
               F. Nolan, etc--but can't decide on any one. Eventually he
               finds "Ender's Game," by Orson Scott Card.

               While reading the synopsis and flipping through a few pages,
               Chelsea enters the aisle and nears the same section of books
               as Ross. She scans up and down, finds the Orson Scott Card
               section, and goes to grab "Ender's Game." When she notices
               Ross holding it, she starts and stutters, feeling dumb.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Oh.

                                   ROSS
                             (Holding the book up)
                         Looking for this book?

                                   CHELSEA
                         Ya, I was. Do you know if they have
                         another copy?

                                   ROSS
                         Not necessary. I wasn't going to
                         take it out. I just love this book.

                                   CHELSEA
                             (Brightens)
                         Isn't it great? Every six months I
                         take it out and read it again.

                                   ROSS
                         Man... I envy you. I would do the
                         same, except once I read Ender's
                         Game, I need to read the rest of
                         the books, and I just don't have
                         time for that.

                                   CHELSEA
                         You have the rest of the books?
                         I've never read them, 'cause the
                         Library never brought the rest in.

                                   ROSS
                         Ya! I can lend them to you, if
                         you'd like?

                                   CHELSEA
                         Really?
                             (Hesitating but excited)
                         That sounds great. Here, take my
                         number. Call me.

               She writes her number on a scrap of paper produced from her
               bag and hands it to Ross.

                                   ROSS
                         Cool. Sounds good. I'll... I guess
                         I'll call you, then.

                                                              FOCUS ON:

               A large clock. The second-hand is ticking backwards, and does
               this for three or four ticks. It then stops, and for a full
               second there is no movement. Then the second-hand ticks
               again, but this time forward. Tick. Tick. Tick.

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               INT. LIBRARY - DAY

               Quiet and still, Chelsea stands, contemplating the shelf of
               books before her. Such an array of science fiction titles...
               which to read?

                                   CHELSEA
                             (Mumbling to herself)
                         ...read that one. And that one...
                         Don't feel like reading any more
                         Frank Herbert.

               A moment later Ross approaches undetected.

                                   ROSS
                         Hey, what's wrong with Frank
                         Herbert..?

                                   CHELSEA
                             (Blushing)
                         Oh! Did I say that out loud?

                                   ROSS
                         You did.

               Ross's reply is accidentally sarcastic, and it affects
               Chelsea, who flushes with embarrassment. It takes her a
               moment, but she regains composure and giggles.

                                   CHELSEA
                         Sorry. I... Excuse me.

               Now a little angry at being caught in an accidentally
               personal moment, Chelsea turns and begins walking away.

                                   ROSS
                         Hey! I didn't say something wrong,
                         did I?

                                                              FADE OUT.