Weston rolls on his back on the bed. He pulls the duvet closer to his body. Somehow, it doesn't feel all cold this morning. He forces his eyes closed even though his brain is urging him to open them. He doesn't want to yet. He will do anything to go back to that dream.It's a jolly good dream. Back then when he first met Ivy. The way his body felt. The way he went weak in the knee. The way he stuttered as he tried to ask for her name. The way his heart ceased for a second as he heard she ran away from home. The way…The way his head went blank on the day she confessed to loving him. The way he almost died of anxiety on the day she told him she was pregnant with Hannah. The way he thought his fast beating heart was going to explode when he saw his daughter. The way his daughter felt in his arms. The dream…He will go back to it. He should. He must. Only that the damn irritating motherfucking footsteps in the room will not stop

“Hey, man, what have I got to do with this conversation?” Weston asks.“I'm sure she's telling you stuff behind my back. I'll wipe ‘em too,” Santiago says, his eyes on Lorette. Weston notices Lorette roll her eyes, her lips form like she wants to say something but she looks away from Santiago.“Let's get a cab, my legs are aching,” Lorette mutters. Santiago stops a taxi pulling over. Again, the two argue on who is going to sit at the front seat. Weston can swear he's never felt so embarrassed in his life. The taxi man clears his throat. “The seats are pretty much the same.” “They are not the same. Only the boss sits in the front seat,” Santiago says. “And who's the boss here?” Lorette asks. “Bitch, I was born two seconds before you,” Santiago says. “That doesn't count. We were both born in the same minute!” Lorette fires. Having enough of it, Weston grabs the person closest to

Inside the restaurant, Santiago and Lorette keep trying to avoid making eye contact with Weston. Weston bites on his lower lip. He picks up the menu and looks at it. “Salmon looks good,” Santiago says. Weston glances sharply at Santiago. “Salmon?” He's sure Santiago mentioned once that the worst food anyone can ever offer him is salmon. No matter how great it's cooked. “Huh, yeah. Salmon.” Lorette glances at Santiago. Santiago sighs and drops the menu. “I give up. I'm no match for you two. Okay, Weston, you caught me. What the fuck is going on?” Santiago asks.“I'm so sorry, guys. I didn't mean to embarrass you two,” Weston says.“That's not what I asked, bro. Anyone who thinks of you as an embarrassment is living with zero point two percent of his brain.” Weston smiles. “I…um…I had a girlfriend, something like that.” “A girlfriend? Not a wife?” Lorette asks.“We didn't get mar

Lorette shakes her head and stands up. “You two are…” she shakes her head again. “I'm short of words.” She walks off. “Where is she going?” Santiago asks.“Okay. I think that's enough. She might really get mad,” Weston says. They both laugh again.Weston taps on the play button. A guy in a lab coat is standing by a table. “What you're seeing on the table is the human long and short intestine,” the guy in lab coat says.“I think I'm going to puke,” Santiago mutters. “You've got that stuff in your stomach too,” Weston says back.“Mr Mateo,” the guy in the video continues, “have donated a lot of these intestines to our laboratory. And they are the ones that the owners gave to him.” “Mr Mateo donated a human brain to us!” Another guy in a lab coat says.“Without Mr Mateo, I wouldn't have seen a human brain in real life!”“Kudos to Mr Mateo!” “Science is nothing without Mr Mateo!”

He dials Santiago's number. “Where are you?” He asks when Santiago answers the call. “At the balcony.”Weston hangs up and goes to the back of the house. Santiago is lying on the grass under a decorative tent, his face up in the sky. Weston clears his throat and goes beside Santiago. He lies beside him. “When we were kids…we used to stare at the sky together anytime we were angry and frustrated,” Santiago mutters. “You have quite a history together,” Weston mutters.“How could she come up with that plan, Weston?” “She's one of the few people I can't read their minds.”For a long time, they both stare at the sky in silence. “We have to do this for us,” Weston finally breaks the silence. “If we force her to change the plan, she might think we don't respect her decisions.”“You know Mateo, Weston. You know him better than all these.”“I bet you know Lorette more