The radio hums a gospel tune. "You've got a rare reflection to you." "What does that mean?" "It means I've pooled together all my thoughts about you. My feelings about you. Our memories, my memories of just you, and I've summed you up. And I know you're thinking that a person can't be summed up, never, not forever, but never and I know. And I say that doesn't matter." "No...it really doesn't. But I'd still like to hear something about my rare reflection." The radio drowns out. cop out. out. Chris