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-- Sync, corrected by elderman edits by chamallow35
-- -- for www.addic7ed.Com -

 

There's gonna be a panel
starting in 20 minutes

 

Don't touch it, please.

 

Awesome.

 

Hey, Harry,

 

Is it true that
no one's ever read it before?

 

I read on the internet

 

that no one
in the whole wide world knows

 

what the Warrior Angel's
secret battle cry is.

 

You've got to let me
take a look at this!

 

Nah, nah, you know better
than that.

 

Anybody opens that book,
the value drops.

 

I know,

 

But aren't you at least curious
what's inside?

 

Of course.

 

I mean, who wouldn't?

 

But if I so much
as breathe at it funny...

 

my boss would kill me.

 

Besides, there's nothing
in that fantasy world

 

that's gonna make
a lick of difference

 

out here
in the real one, kid.

 

[ papers rustling ]

 

No, no, no, no, no, no!
Hey!

 

Hey, some kid
stole my comic book!

 

Security!
Security!

 

I'm sorry.

 

Hey!

 

Sorry.

 

I can't see a thing
in this helmet.

 

[ laughs ]
Lois.

 

This is not
what I had in mind

 

when Randall said I got to be
embedded journalist for the day.

 

Come on.

 

It shouldn't be hard
for Lois Lane

 

to nail down
a human-interest piece here.

 

Save the hammer.
Mama's gonna need a crowbar.

 

I can't get anything
out of these people.

 

They keep looking at me
like I'm from another planet...

 

which is saying something.

 

You know, no offense,

 

but that armor doesn't exactly
make you Ms. Approachable.

 

What?
Look.

 

Right.

 

No wonder
Clark's been avoiding me.

 

I am losing touch with fantasy
without even realizing it.

 

The last thing Clark feels
when he thinks about you

 

is boredom.

 

Maybe I'm doing this
to myself.

 

You know, maybe it's
a deep-rooted fear of intimacy.

 

Maybe I'm not letting loose

 

because every time I do,
things fall apart.

 

Maybe my therapist was right,
you know?

 

She said I used to have
these fantasies about Clark,

 

and now not so much
as a dirty limerick --

 

Lois, maybe you just need
to calm down

 

and focus on your work.

 

[ cellphone beeps ]
Oh, sorry.

 

You're right.

 

And maybe
you should take advantage

 

of being immersed
in your element.

 

Get your hands off
of the digital world

 

and on to some hunky
human fantasy for a change.

 

Have a little fun.
One of us should.

 

All right.

 

Good.

 

Now, I have to go
make a phone call.

 

Promise me you're gonna kick
the crackberry to the curb.

 

I promise.

 

Okay.

 

[ thud ]

 

I can't believe I'm doing this!

 

Oh!

 

"with angels' might!"

 

[ sighs ]

 

Warrior Angel
was really just a kid?

 

Uh-oh.

 

[ explosions ]

 

[ creaking ]

 

[ applause ]

 

Are you okay?

 

??Smallville 9x12 ??/font>
Warrior
Original Air Date on February 12, 2010

 

??somebody save me ??

 

??"Save Me" performed by Remy Zero ??/font>

 

??let your warm hands
break right through ??

 

??somebody save me ??

 

??I don't care how you do it ??

 

??just stay ??

 

??stay ??

 

??come on ??

 

??I've been waiting for you ??

 

??just stay with me ??

 

??I've made this whole world
shine for you ??

 

??just stay ??

 

??stay ??

 

??come on ??

 

-- Sync, corrected by elderman --
-- for www.addic7ed.Com -

 

[ cellphone rings ]

 

Lois.

 

(Lois)
Clark, where are you?

 

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm late.

 

But, um...I guess I got
caught up with some... chores,

 

but I'm in the truck,
on the way there now.

 

Oh, good.

 

Can you grab something from
my place while you're at it?

 

Check in the closet.

 

Sure.

 

Like you said,
I'm already late, so...

 

I'm cashing in a rain check.

 

You cannot renege
on a rain check.

 

Lois, can I rain check
on your rain check?

 

No. You have been cashing in
so many rain checks lately

 

that I am soaking wet
with disappointment.

 

[ grunts ]

 

Luckily, I'm driving by the Talon
right now, Lois.

 

What do you need?
[ air whooshes ]

 

What was
that whooshing sound?

 

Nothing.

 

I just had
the truck window open.

 

Okay. This is what I got --
some red leather thing.

 

Nope.

 

Salute the flag?

 

Less gabbin',
more grabbin'.

 

French maid outfit?

 

Need-to-know basis.

 

There's a garment bag.

 

Finally.
There you go.

 

Now, that wasn't so hard,
was it?

 

Yeah, piece of cake.

 

You're my hero.
[ air whooshes ]

 

(Chloe) You know,
after that heroic hit-and-run,

 

it would be hard for even
the most distressed damsel

 

not to take offense.

 

Oh.
What would a hero say?

 

You're welcome, citizen.

 

Uh, and you left a not-so-subtle
trail of bread crumbs

 

on your way over here
for the quick change.

 

I'm sorry.
This is all kind of new to me.

 

I-I didn't realize
how fast I was.

 

No sonic boom.
So, not that fast, I guess.

 

Did you want to...

 

What?

 

Oh.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Um...

 

Not very heroic.

 

Good street look,
though.

 

Uh-huh.

 

Look, whether you
feel like it or not,

 

I know a superhero
when I see one.

 

I'm sort of in the business
of helping superheroes.

 

I don't think anyone's dad
talked about that on career day.

 

Are you for real?

 

Yeah, I'm about as real
as it gets.

 

Chloe Sullivan.

 

Stephen Swift.

 

Ow.

 

Sorry.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

You know, maybe we can talk
about how you fit in

 

among the world's finest
over coffee sometime.

 

That sounds...

 

pretty cool.

 

Great.

 

So...

 

Did you want to get that coffee
now or, uh...?

 

Now?

 

Uh, yeah.
Okay.

 

I mean, if -- if you're
not doing anything.

 

Yeah.

 

Ladies first.

 

Hey!

 

You only get to frown
that much

 

when you've been sweating
like a pot roast all afternoon.

 

Sorry, Lois,
I just don't get all this --

 

The colors, the costumes.

 

It's like everyone has
a popcorn image

 

of what being a hero's
all about.

 

It's called a fantasy,
Clark --

 

An escape, something,
I don't know, more magical

 

than what we have
in our normal lives.

 

The reality of being a hero,

 

it's about sacrifice,

 

responsibility,
and accountability.

 

From what I've heard.

 

Did you and Chloe both
just swear off whimsy?

 

Was there a memo?

 

Look, a costume isn't
just about hiding who you are.

 

It's about seeing the world

 

in a way
that you haven't before.

 

What's your dream?

 

Getting swept away
in a little fantasy

 

might do you some good
every once in a while.

 

(Zatanna)
Lady's got a point.

 

Without a dash of fantasy,

 

life's just life,
and where's the magic in that?

 

Zatanna,
when did you --

 

We need to talk, Clark.
Alone.

 

I hope it's okay
that I borrow him for a bit.

 

Lois, Zatanna.

 

Zatanna...Lois.

 

[ sighs ]

 

Not exactly what I meant
about being swept away.

 

[ sighs ]

 

I guess I shouldn't be surprised

 

That you decided to follow
in your father's footsteps.

 

A lot can change
in a year.

 

Somehow I don't think
you detoured your road show

 

to play catchup.

 

I found out
my late, great father got cocky

 

and went on a cursing spree
in his roaring 20s.

 

I have been cleaning up
his mess,

 

rounding up all of the things
that he cursed.

 

And you think
this stolen comic book

 

was one of his items?

 

It's not as crazy
as it sounds.

 

According
to my dad's journal,

 

our thief is bound to be feeling
the effects of true power,

 

Just like in the comic.

 

I'm normally a solo act,

 

but these things
never seem to end well,

 

And I can't think
of anyone better

 

to help me with this
than you.

 

[ Lois shouts indistinctly ]

 

(Man)
Lady, let us in!

 

Would you excuse me
one moment?

 

Back of the line,
buddy!

 

Uh, Lois, why are you
in the men's bathroom?

 

(Lois) You obviously
haven't seen the line
for the women's room.

 

Lois.

 

Just a minute!

 

Stop gawking and prosper.

 

That's what
was in your bag?

 

Well, this amazon princess
won't get nerd-walled again.

 

Though I still don't understand
how this qualifies as amazon,

 

But whatever.

 

So, while I was waiting
for you

 

to drag your heels
across the county line,

 

a story finally happened
right under my nose.

 

Someone stole --

 

The rare "Warrior Angel"
comic book.

 

I know.
My friend Zatanna told me.

 

She's... into antiquities.

 

There's a few leads that she wants me to
help her track down.

 

I'll bet you do.

 

Lois,
it's not like that.

 

No. I get it.

 

You mind if I get a picture
with you?

 

Take a picture?

 

[ camera shutter clicks ]

 

We'll cover more ground
if we split up anyway, right?

 

And you made sure that
my decaf, caramel, java-chip,
white-chocolate mocha

 

Has three shots in it,
right?

 

Yeah.
Thanks.

 

And for you, sir?

 

Uh, a glass of milk
would be great.

 

I-I mean coffee.

 

Dark, black, please.

 

Everything okay?

 

Yeah.

 

It's just strong, is all.

 

So, if I'm gonna help you
get acclimated,

 

I just need to ask you
a few --

 

You really know
superheroes?

 

(Chloe) Yeah.
Now, let's just focus on --

 

All of them?

 

Most of them,
I guess.

 

What?

 

You know
actual superheroes

 

and you couldn't sound
more bored.

 

That's -- that's amazing
is what it is.

 

Well, it's a living.

 

Can you at least tell me
which heroes you know?

 

No, wait!
Don't!

 

That would compromise
their identities.

 

I can't believe
I asked that.

 

Let's just focus on what makes
Stephen Swift so super.

 

So, were you exposed
to meteor rock?

 

Or maybe you were
actually born this way.

 

That would make you
meta-human.

 

Or maybe
you're from space.

 

That last one was a joke.

 

Kind of.

 

Oh, God.

 

You're not actually from space,
are you?

 

No.

 

Just -- sorry.

 

I'm an orphan,

 

and I got sent to Metropolis

 

to live with my aunt
when I was...

 

little...

 

And then a couple weeks ago,
I got caught in a --

 

in a chemical fire,

 

And, well, here we are.

 

It's common
to the archetype.

 

Yeah.
I thought I was the expert.

 

[ indistinct conversations ]

 

(Boy) Give it back!

 

Come on!
I need that to get home!

 

[ speaking indistinctly ]

 

Excuse me,
Ms. Sullivan.

 

[ grunts ]

 

Aah!
Stop it!

 

(Stephen) You heard the man!
Leave him be!

 

What you're doing
to this kid here isn't right

 

and it isn't fair,

 

and he shouldn't let you
get away with it, not ever!

 

Mind your own business!

 

[ grunts ]
[ air whooshes ]

 

I'll give you something
to laugh about.

 

[ whimpering ]

 

[ creaking ]

 

Apologize!
Okay!

 

Okay!
I'm sorry!

 

I'll give it back!
Just put me down!

 

Aah!

 

Everybody... home, now!

 

Come on!

 

Aah!

 

Thanks, mister!

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

Sorry.

 

I just had to...
Save the day.

 

So, what's next?

 

Sorry my locator spell
wasn't more accurate.

 

Like I said,
I need all the help I can get.

 

He should be... close?

 

I guess you can't expect magic
to be an exact science.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Was that
a clever play on words?

 

Wonderful wit
and sparkling theatrics.

 

Mr. Blur's
really upped his game.

 

Found it.

 

I always knew you were packing
some heavy artillery

 

under that tie,

 

but... seeing through walls --

 

Now, that's a showstopper.

 

All in a day's work,
I guess.

 

Wait.

 

With powers like yours,

 

how can you possibly say
"all in a day's work"?

 

I don't really think
about it.

 

Just being like this
is almost like breathing now.

 

And with a gift like that
comes responsibilities.

 

Exactly.

 

I've spent so much time
trying to do what's right

 

That I guess I haven't had any
time for anything but reality.

 

Now, these people out here
with their capes,

 

I don't know --
they just don't get it.

 

That...

 

Right there with you.

 

Magic, fantasy --

 

It's all in a day's work.

 

Day in, day out.

 

What I create
as everyone else's fantasies

 

have become so... normal.

 

I suppose even the illusionist
can become disillusioned.

 

But, hey, at least you have
that fiery space trooper

 

to stargaze with
at the end of the day.

 

Yeah.

 

Well... based on
my last relationship,

 

I'm afraid I'm keeping Lois
at arm's length.

 

You're afraid that
if you let that spark ignite,

 

you're gonna
get burned again.

 

Right now,
everything's under control.

 

Fantasy isn't
about being in control,

 

and fire... doesn't always
have to burn, you know.

 

Maybe what you need is
a tiny moment of true fantasy

 

to remind you
what sparks are all about.

 

Dumet-tes.

 

I'm good, thanks.

 

No.

 

No, you're not.

 

Sparks lead to flames,

 

and fire is
what keeps us alive.

 

Now...
[ speaks indistinctly ]

 

I can't do this.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

That's a shame.

 

I think we found a mouth
more magical than mine.

 

[ elevator bell dings ]

 

See you later.
Thank you.

 

Hey.

 

Oliver, what's up?

 

Me?

 

Just, uh, owed Lois
some Sharks tickets.

 

But you, buddy...

 

you may be bulletproof,

 

but you might want
to duck and cover in there.

 

Good luck.

 

Hey.

 

So, your friend Zatanna,

 

what was she dressed up as,
anyway?

 

That's just
how she dresses some--

 

Of course it is.

 

Lois, you know, you don't have
anything to worry about

 

With Zatanna.

 

Of course I don't.

 

Want to know why?

 

Jealous women worry.
Me?

 

Not jealous,
not even a little.

 

See, I know that I have
nothing to worry about

 

because Clark Kent,

 

he is the most honest man
that I know.

 

So, if anything were
to happen

 

between... the farm boy
and lady fishnets,

 

Lois Lane would be the first
to know about it,

 

not the last, right?

 

Well, you can tell
your supervisor

 

that I find it highly ironic

 

that I can't find anyone
worth talking to

 

in missing persons.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

When did we drift from missing
comic to missing persons?

 

We course-corrected when
our thief's aunt filed a report.

 

Aunt?
How old's our thief?

 

Meet Alec Abrams,
our preteen pre-convict.

 

He's been A.W.O.L.
ever since he stole the book,

 

not that I can blame him.

 

It's worth thousands
and thousands of dollars.

 

The cops
are still looking for him.

 

The police are the least
of his worries.

 

Lois, we need to find him
as soon as we can.

 

Don't think
I haven't been trying.

 

His I.D. Was flagged
in the Planet database

 

as a potential story.

 

He kept sending letters
to the post office

 

addressed to "The Blur."

 

"your world
is so much better than mine.

 

"I wish I could be a hero

 

"so I wouldn't get bullied
at school.

 

"I wish I could be
a hero like you

 

"so I could have saved
my parents.

 

"I used to think
heroes weren't real

 

until you showed up."

 

Looks like our little juvy
is in desperate need

 

for a big brother.

 

He's just looking
for someone

 

to understand
what he's going through.

 

[ beeping ]

 

[ grunts ]

 

I don't get why you didn't want
to come up here.

 

This place is awesome.
It's way cooler than my room.

 

I mean my pad.

 

You know, I must have gotten
my signals mixed.

 

I certainly didn't think
this is what you meant

 

When you said
you wanted to come upstairs.

 

Why do you keep doing that?

 

Doing what?

 

You keep trying not to smile,
like, the whole night.

 

We're having fun, right?

 

Uh, sure...

 

I guess.

 

You guess?

 

Come on!
Get up here!

 

No. I've never even touched
Lois' Xbox.

 

I would look ridiculous.

 

That's the whole point!

 

Maybe you need
to look ridiculous.

 

When's the last time
you had any fun?

 

I have lots of fun.

 

Just tell me when,

 

and you can keep sitting
there,

 

Watching me have all the fun
you're not having.

 

All right, fine.

 

Look, if I get up,

 

do you promise to answer
all my questions?

 

Cross my heart.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Ooh, geez.

 

All right.
A deal's a deal.

 

Powers --
what's under the hood?

 

Oh, you know,

 

Your standard superspeed,
enhanced strength,

 

augmented hearing.

 

I like to call it
Angel hearing.

 

But I think that's it.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

How about flight?

 

What?
Why would you think I could --

 

holy crap.

 

I can fly?

 

Holy crap!

 

I can fly!

 

Oh!

 

Come on.

 

We have to give this
a whirl.

 

What happens if I fall?

 

Don't worry.

 

I'll catch you.

 

So, you got caught up
in the moment.

 

Under magical duress.

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

I was just trying to give you
some perspective, Clark.

 

Even though we live lives

 

that everyone else thinks
are fantastic

 

Doesn't mean
we don't get to take a break

 

from the real world
every now and then.

 

We don't get to take breaks.

 

Which is why us superfriends
got to stick together.

 

I think
I have a spell for that.

 

Am I interrupting
something?

 

No.
Yes.

 

Well, you certainly seem to be
in good spirits.

 

Yeah, well,
I had a really good night

 

For the first time in a while...

 

... which is more than I can say
for the two of you.

 

The company that published
the "Warrior Angel" comic book,

 

they stole the idea from
a friend of Zatanna's father.

 

In order to exact
some old-world retribution,

 

my father put a curse
on the original comic,

 

hoping to teach
the publisher a lesson.

 

But the publisher
never opened the comic book,

 

and neither did anyone else --
not until yesterday.

 

Stephen Swift?

 

There isn't anything wrong

 

with having another hero
on the street, right?

 

There is
when he's just a kid.

 

And according
to Zatanna's research...

 

the curse should have turned
Alec into a full-grown hero.

 

Oh, my God.
He is just a boy.

 

Chloe, if we can figure out
what he looks like as an adult,

 

we can use Watchtower
to track him down.

 

And then I can slap him
with a counter curse

 

and we'll have him home
by breakfast.

 

Chloe?
I'm fine.

 

I just have a few things
I need to look in to.

 

I'll let you know
if I find anything.

 

Remember how you said
magic wasn't an exact science?

 

Well, there's a catch, too,

 

And my dad really outdid himself
on this one.

 

There's a monster
at the end of the book.

 

Not surprised your dad's friend
had trouble selling this.

 

This isn't the origins
of a superhero.

 

It's the birth of a villain.

 

In the original story,
Warrior Angel becomes Devilicus.

 

And the moment our hero feels
the slightest bit betrayed...

 

... he becomes a monster.

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

Hey!

 

I got a bunch of new games
I think you might like.

 

Or maybe we could order
some pizza or --

 

What's wrong?

 

I know
your real secret.

 

I know that you stole
a cursed comic book

 

and that's how you got
your powers,

 

And I know you're a lot younger
than you look, Alec.

 

It -- it was --
it was just an accident.

 

I had to look inside,

 

znd now I'm finally a hero,
and I won't go back.

 

Look, my friend Zatanna
can reverse this curse, okay?

 

I just wanted to get to you
first so you wouldn't freak out.

 

We're gonna get you
back to normal.

 

Normal?

 

Normal means being whaled on
at school every day.

 

Normal means not having
the power to defend myself.

 

Do you have any idea
how much my actual life sucked?

 

This is everything
I ever wanted!

 

No one can ever hurt me
again!

 

But this isn't real,
Alec.

 

Look, you're gonna find a way
to get through this, okay?

 

That's what being a kid
is all about.

 

Now, you just calm down.

 

My name is not Alec.

 

This is who I am now,
and I won't go back.

 

You can't make me.

 

No one can.

 

I have a feeling

 

no one's gonna push me around
ever again.

 

Oh, I think we're a little late
to the party.

 

Can't find
my guest of honor yet.

 

Well, the computer's doing
a facial-recognition search

 

based on the age progression
from Alec's photo.

 

[ beeping ]

 

Abracadabra.

 

Chloe.

 

Why didn't she
say something?

 

If you found out your hero
was really a 12-year-old,

 

how would you have reacted?

 

If I were Chloe,
I'd try to fix it myself.

 

[ indistinct conversations ]

 

(Chloe) Let me go, please!
Put me down!

 

Please tell me your
counter curse is ready to go.

 

As ready as it's gonna be.

 

Bring our girl home.

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

[ reciting spell ]

 

Just tell me
where your friend is

 

so I can stop her.

 

I don't want to hurt you, Chloe,
but I will if I need to.

 

Think this through.
You want to be a hero, right?

 

This isn't something
a hero would do.

 

Lethal enforcers
are way more interesting.

 

They were big in the '90s.

 

You see,
that's Alec talking.

 

You're still in there.
Think about your parents, Alec.

 

You think that they would want
their little boy --

 

You don't know anything
about my parents,

 

And you don't know anything
about me!

 

[ shrieking ]

 

(Zatanna)
[ reciting spell ]

 

What is that?

 

You hear that?!

 

Aaaaaaah!

 

[ reciting spell ]

 

You all right?

 

It sucks.

 

[ crying ]

 

Everything's gonna be okay.

 

How's Chloe?

 

She's been better.

 

I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened.

 

I've never felt like a --
like a --

 

Like a bully before?

 

Yeah.

 

No one starts out
wanting to be the bad guy.

 

Life can be pretty hard on you
sometimes, huh?

 

You know,
the test of a true hero

 

is not letting the sadness
and the loneliness take over.

 

Especially
when you have superpowers.

 

Especially.

 

Just because
you can do something

 

doesn't mean you should.

 

That sounds hard.

 

It is.

 

So, uh, why do you do it?

 

I do it
because I want to help people...

 

Like you.

 

Not because I have to
but because I choose to.

 

What do I do now?

 

You...Should go home
and be a kid,

 

and remember the next time
you run into a bully

 

that there is some goodness
in there.

 

'cause everyone's
worth saving.

 

And a hero's work
is never done.

 

Before I go,
I want to give you something.

 

I wrote this when
you were still red and blue,

 

and I didn't really know
what you looked like then,

 

so, uh...

 

I like the "S" better.

 

I do, too.

 

Oh, thank God!

 

I could swear there's a twinkle
of magic in your eyes...

 

or is it just pride
in a job well done?

 

I think I always gain
a bit of perspective

 

when you blow through town.

 

Careful.

 

A girl might just start
to crush on you.

 

Are you sure we can't keep
this team-up rolling?

 

I mean, you've saved me
more than once now,

 

And I'd love to return
the favor.

 

As flattered as I am...

 

... I think I'm interested

 

in finding my fantasy
somewhere else.

 

It must be love.

 

Make sure she knows
just how lucky she is, Clark.

 

Hey.

 

I don't know how many wands
she had to wave,

 

but your lady magician

 

managed to get the charges
dropped against Alec.

 

Well, it helps

 

that she knew the family
of the original author.

 

Listen, about Zatanna,
Lois, I --

 

Let me preface this by saying
that she is just a friend.

 

Spit it out, Clark.

 

[ sighs ]

 

When we were tracking down
a lead for the comic,

 

which was the truth
and totally still is the truth,

 

her and I got to talking

 

about the fact
that she was really stressed out

 

about being on the road
for so long,

 

and I guess I got caught up
in my own stuff so much

 

that I didn't realize
she'd gotten so close to me.

 

She kissed me,

 

But it's not
what I meant to happen.

 

Honest.

 

I was wondering how long
it would take you to fess up.

 

Clark, for a guy
without a single poker face,

 

you've got
like a million tells

 

and you wouldn't look me
in the eye

 

and you smelled
like a magazine insert.

 

Well, let me assure you that
this will never happen again.

 

Lois, it's just
this whole thing with us is --

 

It's new to me right now.

 

Yeah?
It's new for me, too.

 

Do you think that I like...
Being insecure?

 

I don't.

 

I just have to
get used to the reality

 

that I'm not the only gal
that thinks you're fantastic.

 

Well, this isn't
the reaction I expected.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

Expect the unexpected.

 

That look on your face --

 

Remember how that feels

 

the next time
one of your sexy lady friends

 

invades your personal space.

 

I'm gonna finish
my apology now.

 

At the end
of the con every year,

 

there's a, um,
costume ball.

 

You hate costumes.

 

Yes.

 

But I was rethinking
what I said

 

about not understanding...
Fantasy

 

and, uh...

 

You asked me what my dream was,
and it's this...

 

with you, Lois.

 

Now, that, my friend...

 

is an apology.

 

I get to pick out your costume.

 

Slow night?

 

I just figured I'd squeeze
in some target practice...

 

and a single malt.

 

Did you bring enough for
the rest of the class?

 

Help yourself, professor.

 

Running a little light
on allegory tonight.

 

Bumpy day?

 

Not the smoothest.

 

Someone asked me

 

When the last time I had a good time was,

 

and I didn't have an answer.

 

I don't think anyone can fault you

 

for being on edge, Chloe.

 

Well, if anyone can relate, it's me.

 

I get it.

 

Yeah, you can.

 

You know...

 

sometimes you got to take your fun

 

where you can get it.

 

And sometimes...

 

it's right in front of your face.

 

You just have to want to see it.

 

Come on.

 

How do I know when to let go?

 

It's all about your heart.

 

Just listen,

 

right there in between the beats.

 

That's when you let go.

 

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