Tom can't take his eyes off of the other. It's a problem when he's trying to walk, but he has the werewithal to try. He narrowly avoids tripping over a rock and winds up just sort of gliding over it, like he was meant to all along.

"I can't show you a film--this place, it's not right. I've been cut off. But I can show you scripts, and I can show you plans. I can show you poetry--I can show you everything, man. You're one of the very few that appreciate it over here!"

Not too long now, they'll round the path to the village and the cabin he shares.

"What poster caught your eye, handsome?"