"Hey, Penny."
"Hmm?"
"What do you think about it?"
"About what?"
"Renren — our husband."
"Hmm… what do I think about him?" Penny turned to her right, her eyes falling on another version of herself. The better version of herself — the successful one, the good one, the one who was able to live her dream.
The two of them were seated in this dark space, with just a spotlight on each of them.
"Nothing, to be honest," the drunk Penny answered, peeling her eyes away from the other version of her to look at the darkness ahead. "I thought what he did for me… is kind of noble. But at the same time, he's kind of sick in the head too! How can he marry me when I'm dead?"
"You married him while he was hovering between life and death."
"Well — that makes sense." The drunk Penny shrugged. "I guess there's the two of us."
The sober Penny smiled, keeping her eyes on the darkness ahead. "Won't you ask me what I thought of it?"
