“time told me once this story about growing older in the city.. it tok him almost three hours.”

‘i wasnt there. but youve mentioned this before, michael.’

“then i thought it wasnt such an event. then i thought we knew each other. i didnt think i had that much to learn about him or the others.”

‘but..’

“but i was wrong. time was watching me cry that night, and i was wrong.”

‘so what now? where do we go?’

“back to my place. i need to talk to someone.”