TRIS: So what exactly is it that you did? [PAUSE] No way!

RORY: What?

TRIS: I can see your memories. You kissed me. Ha! All on your own. I didn't have to throw a piano on you or anything. You did it willingly.

RORY: It didn't mean anything. It was just a friendly get-well parting kiss. Not even a real kiss, just a… sweeping of the lips. They barely touched, really. It was an accident. I meant to kiss your forehead, but I slipped, and, well…

TRIS: Rory likes Tris-tan! Rory likes Tris-tan! Sing it with me!

RORY: Will you grow up? You're being so immature.

TRIS: I know you are but what am I?

RORY: Immature

TRIS: I know you are but what am I?

RORY: Annoying

TRIS: I know you are but what am I?

RORY: Boy, I cannot wait to get you out of my head.

TRIS: You know you'd miss me.

RORY: Hardly

TRIS: May I remind you that…Rory likes Tris-tan! Rory likes Tris-tan!

RORY: I do not! Stop saying that!

TRIS: Yeah, okay. For the moment anyway.

RORY: On a more serious note, what happens if you're still in a coma when you get back?

TRIS: Relax Mary. I've got it all planned out. After living in YOUR mess of a brain for a day I reckon a coma is a walk on easy street.

RORY: Well if you reckon you can handle it…

TRIS: Kissing time! Pucker up!

Rory walks over to stand beside Tristan's body.

RORY: This is it…

She leans in closer til her lips are mere inches away from his.

Suddenly they are interrupted by a nurse and a doctor entering the room.

"Time for Mr Du Gray's check up," said the nurse, carelessly shoving Rory aside.

TRIS: NOOOO! Stupid nurse! What does she think she's doing?

RORY: Her job?

TRIS: Fool.

"You'll have to wait outside, dear," said the nurse to Rory as she pulled the curtains around the bed.

TRIS: No, no, no!

RORY: Perhaps she wants to have her way with you.

TRIS: Not funny.

Rory walks outside the room and takes a seat in the waiting area.

TRIS: Our plan is foiled.

RORY: Our plan is delayed.

TRIS: I've been waiting nearly two years, I don't know if I can handle another ten minutes.

RORY: What do you mean?

TRIS: Hello? Where have you been? For a top three percent student, you sure are dense.

RORY: Excuse me?

TRIS: Think about it Mary. I'm off to look at your childhood.

Rory notices silence in her head.

RORY: What does he mean? He doesn't really like me. Does he? All this time I thought it was just an act. No way! I AM dense! But do I like him?

TRIS: Yes!

RORY: Hey, I thought you were off to look at my childhood.

TRIS: I was, but I came back to taunt you about the naked tea party you had in the waddling pool. Not my fault that I came back just in time to hear you declare your undying love for me. [PAUSE] Okay, I'm gonna go look at some more memories.

RORY: Good idea. [INWARD SIGH] Do I really like him though? Sure, I'd miss him if he stayed in a coma, but…He's such an egghead! But, then again…he's not exactly the jerk I thought he was. He does match most of my requirements for a potential boyfriend: He's taller than me; he's smart; he cares about others; he's funny; he challenges me; he's cuter than cute; great taste in food; nice hair; he entertains me…Darn! He doesn't have the Scottish accent.

TRIS: [IN A SCOTTISH ACCENT] "Don't go changing…To try and please me...You've never let me down before... Mmm mm m mm m." [AN: It's from Shrek- karaoke dance party]

RORY: Tris!

TRIS: [SHEEPISHLY] Thought you'd might be lonely.

RORY: What am I going to do with you?

TRIS: Shower me with kisses?

RORY: Perhaps.

TRIS: Eh?

RORY: Tris, you drive me insane-

TRIS: It's not a far trip

RORY: Ha ha.

TRIS: Sorry, keep going.

RORY: But I'm glad you're a part of my life. I must admit, without you in it, my life would be pretty…normal.

TRIS: Keep the compliments coming.

RORY: What I'm trying to say, if someone wouldn't keep interrupting me-

TRIS: Hee hee.

RORY: -is that, when you get back to your body, if you would ask me out…I wouldn't be opposed to saying yes.

TRIS: What about Dean?

RORY: Dean?

TRIS: Yeah, you know the guy…tall, angry eyes, likes to kiss you and call you his girl?

RORY: Take a trip down memory lane…say about, two weeks ago.

Tristan disappears for a while, and then comes back.

TRIS: You broke up?

RORY: Yep. What can I say? He didn't challenge me.

"Miss, you can go see him now," said the nurse.