Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever?

BUILDING 52

— You’re back already. No luck?

— No. No sign of her at all.

— But later today. You’ve got to look for her then.

— Why?

— If she’s walking her dog now, she’s got to be walking it in the afternoon, too.

— I’ve never had a dog. You walk them twice a day?

— At least, man. At least twice a day. So you’ve got to stay on watch. She’ll be out there again for sure.

— Okay.

— You already missed one opportunity. The universe was telling you to go after her this morning.

— Shit. Okay, I will. I will. I probably have what, two days left, max.

— Tops. All the more reason to go after her.

— Okay, thanks.

— No problem.

— I’m really sorry you’re chained like this.

— You want to let me loose? I can help you with whatever.

— No. You know I can’t.

— Thomas. We’re friends.

— I know, I know.

— I can watch things here when you’re on the beach. I can do whatever. We’re in this together now.

— No. I shouldn’t.

— You should.

— I shouldn’t. It’s not that I don’t trust you.

— You do, right?

— Absolutely. But think of it — if you go around helping me, you’ll be complicit. I can’t have that. I need you to stay innocent.

— Thomas.

— No. I know I’m right. I’ll see you soon.