"Where to, Mister?" The cab driver barked when he brought the cab to a screeching halt.

"The Majestic on 39th, and step on it!" Jerry ordered.

"Sure thing!"

The driver sped away from the curb and Jerry couldn't help but worry about Elaine. What in the hell was going on? He'd never worried about a woman before; especially Elaine. She could take care of herself. But if what George said was the truth, then maybe Elaine wanted Jerry to take care of her. Maybe-

"We're here, Mister!" the driver snapped.

Jerry had been in hundreds of taxis all over New York City and he'd never understood why they had such terrible personalities. Must be something in the water fountains at the taxi headquarters. What other explanation could there be? Whatever it was, he got plenty of laughs out of it. He remembered a show he did at the Poindexter Hotel in New Jersey years ago when he was just starting out. Elaine and George came and he was grateful for their support. But it was Elaine who laughed harder than anyone. She was always the one who-

"Mister, are you going to get out of my cab or do I have to throw you out?" The driver shouted.

"All right, all right, keep your shirt on!" Jerry bellowed, reluctantly paying the driver. He climbed out of the taxi and slammed the door, sneering at the driver's perturbed look as the taxi zoomed away.

"I hope you get a flat tire!" Jerry yelled into the darkness. What was with him tonight? Did he care that much about some jerk taxi driver that he felt the need to comment on the jerk's future? Jerry was still shaking his head as he walked to the theatre box office.

He stood under the marque scanning the list of movies that were playing. Unbelievably there wasn't one title that he could make fun of and it made it harder for him to choose. What would Elaine want to see? Well, he'd just have to take his chances and pick one. He certainly couldn't stay here all night.

"One please." He said to the kid in the booth, handing over the money.

"Enjoy the show, sir!" The kid said, much too enthusiastically. Obviously this kid wasn't an avid movie watcher.

Jerry walked into the theatre, silently praying that Elaine was there. He had twelve chances to fine her, so he'd better make them count. He looked in every theatre, catching glimpses of an animated blockbuster, a sappy romantic drama, a nineties western (who does that, anyway?), a horror film that would surely send his mother to an early grave, a sci-fi movie that must have been the hundredth installment in the Star Trek/Star Wars series (who the hell could keep up?), and four other movies that had no rhyme or reason whatsoever. He walked down every aisle, hissing Elaine's name. And subsequently he was pelted with unknown objects, for which he was very grateful for the darkness.

Finally he came to the last theatre, where a movie called Ben and Ben was playing. It was loud, crass and just the type of movie that Elaine loathed. There was no way she'd be in here. She'd die before she watched a movie like this.

If only he knew how wrong he was…