Ben: It was now my fourth straight week without sleep. I had slowly stopped thinking about Suzy and had dragged myself into the present. The extra eight hours of my life had done nothing to slow the effect of time. The minutes flew into hours, the hours into days. And the days joined the fast rushing river of time. The bad news is that time flies. The good news is that you're the pilot. Most of my shifts were now spent thinking about Sharon. I drew her endlessly. Over and over. Her pale, milky skin. Her delicate frame. In her eyes, I could see the world. I thought about Sharon escaping the life-sapping neons of the supermarket, traveling to South America, pursuing her dreams. I thought about her asking me to go with her. Both sharing in our dreams. Her love of people, and my love of painting them.
Ben: You off home?
Sharon: Yeah. You still wanna be my date for the party tomorrow night then?
Ben: Yeah, of course.
Sharon: Will you come by and pick me up?
Ben: Yeah, 8:00.
Sharon: Okay. See you tomorrow.
Ben: Sharon had broken the spell. For the first time in weeks, I slept. I slept right through to the following afternoon. Mmm. Yeah?
Man: There's a call for you, Ben.
Matt(faking): Hello, is this Ben Willis?
Matt(faking): My name is Alex Prout, from the Prout gallery. I saw some examples of your work at the university yesterday.
Ben: Y-you did?
Matt(faking): Yes. And I'd be very interested in putting on a show of your latest works. Hello?
Ben: Um, ah, yeah, yeah. I would love to.
Matt(faking): Great. Why don't you bring some more examples of your work down to my gallery next Monday? Say 10:00?
Ben: Okay. Thank you.
Matt(faking): No. Thank you, Ben! (To Barry) Bugger off. You're the talent.
Barry: Better get ready for the party.