Jack is asleep with Anne by his side in bed. The sound of his ringing cell phone awakes him suddenly, but Anne remains sleeping, stirring slightly. Jack picks up the phone; the display reads 'Samantha.' He looks back at Anne and then slowly gets out of bed, stepping out of the room, being sure to close the door behind him. He walks out into the kitchen answering the phone.
"Yeah." He says in a low tone.
"Hey, it's me." Sam says speaking softly into her end of the phone.
"Honey, why are you calling me so late? It's kind of hard to talk right now." Jack says, turning to look at the bedroom door.
Samantha is crying on her end. As soon as Jack hears her cries, his face changes to a look of sympathy.
"Honey, why are crying? Is everything okay?"
"I don't know." She replies, honestly.
"I'm sorry that I have to whisper, but I can't be too loud." Again looking back to the bedroom door.
"Why what's the matter?"
"Well, Anne's in the next room." He says reluctantly.
"Sorry I asked." Samantha says, wiping her tears.
"God Sam, sometimes I wish she was you."
"Don't say that."
"I guess we never really moved on."
"Jack-"
"It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel"
"Jack I miss you."
"Hearing those words, it makes me weak."
"Sam, I never want to say goodbye."
"So don't"
"But Sam, you make it hard to be faithful, with those lips of an angel."
"I had a dream about us tonight."
"It's funny that you're calling me tonight."
"Why?"
"Because I dreamt of you too."
"Does she know you're talking to me, will it start a fight?"
"No, I don't think she has a clue."
"Jack, I love you."
"Oh honey, why are you calling me so late?"