"Let go of me! I want to go home! Please! Let go!"

Miraculously the handcuffs disappeared, replaced by a hand on her wrist. Then to her horror, she felt someone shaking her.

"NO! Please! Let go of me!"
"Elaine! Wake up!"
When the shaking stopped, Elaine opened her eyes to find George staring at her in bewilderment.

And suddenly she realized what had happened.

Not again...

Without warning, a sob escaped and she threw her arms around George, once again in tears.

Hesitantly his arms went around her. "I-It's okay, Elaine. Really."

Seconds later the door opened and Jerry burst into the apartment in a very Kramer-like fashion.
"What in the hell is going on in here? What's all that screaming?"

George let go of Elaine and shrugged. When Elaine turned to face Jerry, he caught a glimpse of her tear-streaked face.

"Oh God..."

He slammed the door and raced over to the couch. "What happened?"

George stood, and held out his hands. "I-I have no idea. I came in to raid your refrigerator and Elaine here was moving all around on the sofa. I-I tried to calm her down, but I think I made it worse. When I grabbed her arm, she screamed like I was Anthony Quinn."

Jerry blinked in confusion. "Anthony Quinn?"

"Yeah, you know... In that... shower movie... What's it called? Psychotic?"

Jerry rolled his eyes. "You mean Anthony Perkins and the movie is called Psycho."

"Oh yeah..." George said. "Man, that film was a killer! I wouldn't shower for a month after seeing that."

"Anthony Quinn..." Jerry muttered. He sat down on the sofa next to Elaine who was wrapped in the plaid throw he had laid over the back of the sofa, and put his arm around her.

Almost instantly, she put her head on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Elaine shook her head as a tear streamed down her cheek. "No."

Jerry sighed. "Damn! I should have never left you alone. I just got so worked up about Newman. Newman!"

"Newman? What's he done now?" George asked.

"What hasn't he done?"

"Good point." George said.

Jerry rose and began pacing the room.

"He conveniently forgot to give me my mail, which included a letter for the magazine editor about the interview!"

"That jackass!" George said.

"Exactly! And I-." Jerry turned to look at Elaine who was still wrapped in the blanket, her knees to her chin.

"I'll be right back, okay?"

She nodded, giving him a small smile.

Jerry motioned for George to follow him into the hallway, where Elaine couldn't see them.

"What's with her?" George asked.

"I have a problem." Jerry said.

George scoffed. "Yeah, don't we all?"

"No, I mean with Elaine."

"Why? What's she done?"

"She hasn't done anything. It's what I want to do for her." Jerry said.

A smile wider than Texas spread across George's face, causing Jerry to wince. Leave it to George to make something out of nothing.

"All right! Now you're talking!" George said anxiously. "That'll get her mind off of-."

"Shhhh!" Jerry said. "Can you get your mind out of the gutter for five minutes?"

George cast his eyes downward. "No...?"

"Look, it's about this magazine interview. The guy wants me to come to Seattle instead of doing it over the phone."

"Ugh! You couldn't pay me to go to Seattle!" George said, as though the word Seattle couldn't leave his mouth fast enough.

"Why? What's wrong with Seattle?" Jerry asked.

"All they do there is drink coffee and walk around in the rain! Is that any way to go through life?"

Jerry sighed and shook his head in frustration. "Why did I even bother trying to ask your opinion on this?"

"My opinion on what?"

Jerry cringed, knowing that there was no way out of this.

"Well, I was thinking about asking Elaine to come with me."

"You and Elaine alone in Seattle? You maniac, you!" George said, unable to control his laughter.

"Shhhh! Not so loud!" Jerry hissed. "She's right there on the sofa!"

"So are you gonna do it?"

"I don't know. Do you think I should?"

George shrugged. "What do I know?"

Jerry smiled. "Not much."

"Ain't that the truth?" George said, shaking his head.

Jerry peered around the wall at Elaine, who was laughing at something on his television. At that moment, he made up his mind.

Now all he had to do was find the right time to ask her to come with him.

And pray that she said yes.