Night Watcher Page #2

I can't really stay,

but I just wanted to stop by.

What are you doing?

I just... I don't think

I'm gonna be able to get my...

I mean, maybe, but I don't think

that I'm gonna be able to get

your intro paragraph

in on time.

Things are happening.

Well, thank you for

letting me know, Angela.

Sure, yeah.

I mean, I'll just try

and email it to you when I

get a chance or something...

soon, I mean.

Just get it to me

when you can.

Thanks.

I never know if we're supposed to wait

for the check or go up to the front.

I thought you'd never

been here before.

Oh, well, yeah.

But I mean at places like this, I guess.

I don't know.

Check, please.

What?

You go on lots of dates, don't you?

You don't?

Well, no.

Let's just say

for the sake of, I don't know...

say that...

Okay, let's say...

...that you were

on a date right now.

- Right this moment?

- Right this moment.

- With you?

- With me

or anyone.

It doesn't matter.

Okay.

What would you do

right now?

Well, hmm.

I would probably try

to get to know you

or her,

so I might ask, I don't know...

- what's your favorite...?

- Chinese.

I thought it wasn't you.

What's yours?

Italian.

Well, they had pasta.

I don't like pasta.

But your favorite food's Italian?

That's weird.

No, that's an interesting

fact about me...

a fact that might make you think

that I am a unique

and interesting person.

And you are

the only person here

that knows that about me

at this very moment.

And that is what's gonna

make you like me.

Okay, your turn.

Okay.

Um, let's see...

Oh, my mom and I

used to send

messages in a bottle,

like, all the time.

What were the messages?

I don't know.

I don't remember.

I wish I did.

Did you put your

contact information on them?

Shut up.

You're making fun

of my interesting fact.

Do you still do it...

I mean, send a message?

No, after my mom died

I just got so mad at her

that I never went back

to the beach.

It's like it cheated me

or something, you know?

Maybe if you

forgave her...

I don't want to.

You should. It's better.

How did it happen?

Can I ask that?

She slit her throat.

Oh my God. Wow.

Yeah, I know.

In the kitchen.

I found her.

I'm sorry.

What about your dad?

He put his head in the oven.

I didn't think

people really did that.

Me neither.

Did she leave a note?

No.

Doesn't make any sense,

you know.

Doctors are supposed

to help people.

My dad was a doctor

at Hunter General.

Same with my mom.

Maybe they knew each other.

- There must be something off, you know?

- What?

They did it at the same time,

both doctors.

I don't know.

It's the hospital.

That place must have

done something to them.

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