(Sat in a small train station waiting room, with his arm wrapped around her shoulders)
James: It’s like that time, you know, on sports day when you dropped the baton. I helped you pick it up and then you carried on running. You didn’t win but you didn’t come last either.
Sylvia: It’s nothing like that and you know it. This isn’t a simple matter of picking up a lost item and running on. It’s more than that.
(Sylvia shrugs his arm off her shoulders)
James: It kind of is. You made a mistake and I’m here to help you fix it.
Sylvia: And how exactly can I fix this?
James: Sylvia don’t make this more difficult than it already is! You need to fix this. You won’t just wake up and this will all be a dream. This is my life as well!
(Sylvia turns away from him)
Sylvia: Will you come with me?
James: If you want me there then yes. It’s my problem too now…
(Sylvia cuts him off angrily)
Sylvia: Don’t call it that!
(Sylvia turns to face him and James clutches her hand)
James: What do you want me to call it? A mistake? An accident? A fucking error?!
Sylvia (Tearfully): She isn’t a mistake. She is just unexpected.
