“Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist," Grace said."I'll find you one”

“Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.”Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.”

“Grace," I said, my vision swirling now because of her blood smeared across my wrists, "Can you hear me?" She nodded then stumbled to her knees. I knelt beside her; her eyes were huge and afraid and my heart was breaking. "I'll come find you, I said. "I promise I'll come find you. Don't forget me. Don't-don't lose yourself.”

“Sam,' the girl said. 'Sam.'She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer , but I was broken.”

“Get some money, buy a red coffeepot, move out. Find a new place to plug it in.”

“Where are Sam and Grace?" "Ringo left in his car a few hours ago. He must've taken Grace with him. I don't know where they went." "You didn't ask?" "We're not married" Cole said, and added, in a more humble tone, "yet".”

“What were you thinking about? When I came in?""Being Sam," I said."What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And then she smiled, bigger and bigger, until I felt my expression mirror hers, our noses touching.”