We said we were gonna stop. They wanted to see the ruins.
Yeah, but should we wake them up?
I don't know. You know, it's too...on our way back to the airport we can catch it.
You don't really want to. Yeah, I'm probably not.
And how did you two meet?
We met about eighteen years ago. We kinda, sort of, fell in love, and a decade later, we ran into each other.
No. No. No. You wrote a book, and I read about it and went to look for him.
Oh, it's pretty romantic.
If we were meeting for the first time today on that train, would you start talking to me? Would you ask me to get off the train with you?
Oh, this place is so full of thousands of years of myth and tragedy, and I feel something tragic is gonna happen.
Still there. Still there. Gone.
You never stop ogling girls. I don't ogle girls. I make love to them with my eyes. Oh, wow.
I'm stuck with an American teenager. "Where's my team?" "Where's my team?"
I feel close to you. Yeah? And sometimes, I don't know, I feel like you're breathing hylium, and I'm breathing oxygen.
What makes you say that?
I wanted you to say something romantic and you... Okay!
You are the mayor of crazy town. Do you know that? You...
This is how people start breaking up. Oh my god!
I assure you, that guy you vaguely remember, the sweet romantic one you met on the train...that is me.
Why am I finding myself so attracted to this woman?