Say perchance that:

The moon was in CANCER; the hotel room in Boston where Will was staying was cheap, nothing like the places he imagined Sydney to stay.

you are a kindred soul; considerate, helpful.  you forgive when there isn't anything to be forgiven.  you've perfected the rock-hard psychological shell that protects you from the rigors of life.  sit in the little wooden chair at the little wooden table next to the window, writing.  you are always writing.  even when you're talking, you're writing;  little interruptions that go on in your head.  The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one's life. -- C. S. Lewis. 

you know that you'll call her.  already got the script.  timing, however, is what is key.  you like things in order, however haphazardly abstract.  confident in your ability to handle relationships with women.  you're a man; emotions are supposed to be bottled up, but somehow it's difficult to do that.  besides, you like your emotions; they've made a happy home hanging on your sleeve.  If the only tool you have is a hammer, you tend to treat everything as if it were a nail. -- Abraham Maslow.   reach into your briefcase, pull out your black book of phone numbers.  of course you know her number, but prefer looking it up all the same; it adds just a few extra minutes of pacing.

stare at her name: Syd 555-3841.  decide to make some coffee.  little packages of Folgers and non-dairy creamer have been put into tiny Styrofoam cups covered in plastic.  you go through the motions, putting in the grounds, adding the water, turning it on.  sit back at your make-shift desk by the window, stare as the coffee drips in the pot.  There is hopeful symbolism in the fact that flags do not wave in a vacuum. -- Arthur C. Clarke.  it's finished.  you pour, you sip, you spit it out.  horrible.

you think what she must be doing, alone in L.A.  the digital clock by the bed is mounted to the table it sits upon.  1:28 am.  go over to the phone.  What is mind?  No matter.  What is matter?  Never mind. – George Berkeley.  "Hello?"

"Hey, Syd.  It's me."