Wake Page #3

[Sighs]

- Hi.

- Hi.

Sorry.

You got a minute?

I want to ask you something.

I'm a Pisces.

[Chuckles]

You're quick,

in more ways than one.

Name's Varnez.

[Door opens]

Ah, just the person I was looking for.

Sorry, not interested.

Let's go, please.

[Engine revs]

Don't you want to know who he is?

I don't think I can take

any more surprises this evening.

Irving acted all concerned,

checked his records,

said the ring was logged,

doesn't know what happened to it.

Criminal.

Well, maybe he's telling the truth.

She loved that ring

more than she loved me.

She never took it off.

I brought her in with it.

I know it was on her hand.

Man.

You were...

...with her when she... died?

I'm sorry.

That must have been terrible.

I'm a little bit parched. Thirsty?

[Sighs]

Let's just drop all the grieving

conversation for a second.

Do you have any pets?

I have a high-strung roommate

with an eating disorder.

Does that count?

It might.

[Chuckles]

How about you?

I have a short, portly dog

of questionable disposition.

- Terrier?

- French bulldog.

I wanted a Scotty growing up.

But we never had any pets.

That's crazy.

We've got laws against that in Texas.

Every kid has to have a dog.

Where did you grow up,

anyway?

San Diego.

There's lots of open space there,

lots of yards.

Well, my parents

just thought it would be... untidy.

Well, that's for sure,

because I can't wear anything

for more than 10 minutes

before Randy slobbers all over,

puts his dirty paws on it,

and, on his very worst days,

bites a damn hole in it.

It's obscene.

Do you see your parents a lot?

Well...

The truth is, no.

I hardly ever see them.

I never see them.

That's too charged a subject

to discuss with a stranger, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, we're strangers.

Tyler Cormier.

Carys Reitman.

You know...

I never even... heard a word

about you from Anna,

not even a whisper.

You know what?

About that, I, um...

No, it's okay. I mean,

Anna and I both had our own secrets.

I guess she just wanted you

to be one of hers.

It's getting late.

[Sighs]

[Footsteps]

I thought you were out of town

with what's-his-name.

We broke up.

Typical.

Did I scare you?

No.

You're gonna have to try

a lot harder than that.

Nice black dress.

Funerals again, huh?

You're never gonna feel anything.

You're broken inside.

Get over it.

We're roommates

in lease obligation only.

My personal life

is none of your business.

- Ghoul.

- Puritan.

- Vampire.

- Pollyanna.

[Horn honks]

[Sighs]

I'm completely hung over.

Hair of the dog, bro.

Hair of the dog.

- Hey, Carys.

- Mm.

Good morning.

Hey, there.

So, how are we doing?

Good. We'll be done

for dress rehearsal next week.

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