Chapter 6- What He Should Have Done Before
(Sam watches them leave. He can see two pairs of feet climb the stone steps outside the entrance to the bar. It only takes him two seconds after he can no longer see them to do what he should have done 10 years ago. He picks up the phone and dials what seems to be a very long number.)
Sam: Yeah, hi, can I get one ticket to New York City to leave either tonight or early tomorrow morning? (he waits for a reply) Whoa! How much? Oh (sighs) okay I'll take it. Yeah thanks. Say you wouldn't happen to have plans for ton- (stops and looks at the phone which is now making a making the beeping noise phones make when the other person has hung up already, he hangs up the phone and quickly runs over to the door to put his coat on.)
Carla: (returning from a table she was waiting on) Sammy! What're you doing?
Sam: What I should have done- (he pauses for a minute) 10, and 15 years ago! Wish me luck! (he runs out the door leaving Carla looking dumbfounded.)
Carla: Good Luck.
(Later that night Sam is sitting on a practically deserted airplane. The only other people on the plane are in business suites and are either sleeping or talking on their cell phones. Sam looks around and waves timidly to a Japanese man. All he gets is a stern look back. He sighs and looks out the window into the dark night sky wondering if what he will soon attempt to do will actually work this time.)