Forever Young Page #2

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. . .in Santa Rosa.

lt's a better place, l think.

The doctors all agree|nothing can be done.

We used to play out|by the lighthouse when we were kids.

And she'd say we'd grow old together. . .

. . .in that great house down the road.

l don't have one single memory|without her.

Nothing was real until she knew.

Did you hear Charlie|was canned from my project?

They found gin in his locker.

He tried to deny it, but he was so|sozzled he just passed out.

Six days before the test|and now he's out.

His timing was always beautiful.

What test?

What test?

My project.

My secret project.

l was going to freeze a human.

lf you can call Charlie a human.

How long?

A year.

See, the beautiful thing about Charlie|is, he had no life.

What better way to iron out the kinks?

I can 't watch her die.

l want to sleep for a year.

-You've been through a lot.|-l've thought it through.

l've been in the service 12 years.|l'm healthy.

l've got no family, nowhere to go.

l know tests. l know experiments.|lt's my job.

l'm perfect.

You know that.

l don't even know if|this thing'll work for a year.

Let me do it, please.|l can't think anymore.

l can't.

Until she. . . .

Until it's over.

You said doctors can be wrong.|That's true.

lf she gets better. . .

. . .wake me up.

-Bring the internal to 20.|-21.

Cancel pulse.

Barometer is seven.

-Do we have that?|-Copy.

Reduce pressure.

How's the heart rate?

Looking good.

Hit the valve.

Needle at 6.

We're in the black.

Record date and time.

All right, this is it.

This is history.

Got the dentist tomorrow?

Any good?

-You're good company.|-She said, yawning.

-l'm not.|-You were about to.

Sorry.

Sorry about dinner.|l just tend to burn things.

No, it wasn't really burned.

Just, you know, well-done.

lt was significantly,|dramatically well-done.

We'll do it again.

Anytime. l know the maitre d' .

See you at the hospital, okay?

Air show this weekend, right?

You can invite John if you want.

Maybe.

We'll see.

'Night.

What's this?

lt's parking.

l thought we were going home.

Chill out, freak!|l got to drop something off.

Unlike you, l have responsibilities.

But Mom said to take us home. Directly.

That's a real nice story, Felix.

But Mom and Dad are in Vegas|and l'm not.

You move from this car,|and l swear to God. . .

. . .one day l'll put a|poisonous snake in your bed.

D*ckhead!

l don't think we can work|within that time frame.

We'll have to postpone construction|another week.

And that's at the least.|We're sorting through a lot of stuff.

l can keep you updated.

Oh, man!

Check it out!

Race you to the end?

Hurry, we got 10 seconds left.

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