"So, where were we?"
"We're still at the top of the cliff, laying in the green grass, watching clouds pass."
"No. I mean the story. Where were we in the story."
"Hmm… I think we're on the part where you were scolded by the inspector."
"Well they don't know me yet."
"The next Mr. Bigshot."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are."
