New York City
New York Times Building
43rd Street
10:45AM
"Eric, I think it's a sign." "What the hell do you mean, 'a sign'? You sound like a freakin' fortune teller or something. So you saw a copy of Alice in Wonderland. There have got to be millions of copies of that book in Manhattan." "Yeah, but it was a first edition." Michael answered. "Ooooh! A first edition, not to be confused with the third edition, my personal favorite, or the seventh edition, the one we could actually afford to buy!" "Isn't there some dead person you're supposed to be writing about?" "Michael, if there's one thing I've learned writing obituaries, it's that they'll all still be dead tomorrow. So now back to this Sydney thing, what part of seeing a book makes it a sign?" "It's not the book, Eric!" Michael answered, "Look at what I found in the glove she gave me. I'd never thought to look; I mean it never even dawned on me!" Michael held up the Bloomingdale's receipt. "Oh, man, that little piece of paper has this non-believer believing!" "I can't tell if you're joking or if you're serious, man." "Oh, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. Of course I'm serious. Let me see it." Michael handed the receipt to Eric, who examined it. "Holy crap!" "I know..." "It has..." "I know..." "AN ADDRESS!!! MAN! You freaking have her address!" "Yeah, seven years ago." "Look, I can type it in here, and get you her last name." Eric turned to his computer and typed in her address.
"Julian Sark"
"Julian Sark? Man, you're sure her name is Sydney? And that she was a she." "Eric, ew! Yes I'm sure she was a she, and I'm sure her name was Sydney, he could be um, a roommate. No! No, a boyfriend! When we met she had a boyfriend. Get his current address." "Okay, okay... I've got it... Queens. The guy's in Queens. So, Mike, does that mean we're going to Queens?" "What do you think?" "I think we need to get going."
San Francisco Francisco Street 8:30 AM
It was a bright spring morning in San Francisco, and Sydney was content to walk to work from the ferry. She started to cross the final intersecting street before she reached her office, when a city bus came zooming past. Sydney instinctively jumped backward, bumping into a wall. She turned around and noticed the entire wall was plastered with 'Cool Hand Luke' posters. Surprised at the irony, she practically ran the rest of the way to work. Michael, why are you haunting me now!?!
"Eric, I think it's a sign." "What the hell do you mean, 'a sign'? You sound like a freakin' fortune teller or something. So you saw a copy of Alice in Wonderland. There have got to be millions of copies of that book in Manhattan." "Yeah, but it was a first edition." Michael answered. "Ooooh! A first edition, not to be confused with the third edition, my personal favorite, or the seventh edition, the one we could actually afford to buy!" "Isn't there some dead person you're supposed to be writing about?" "Michael, if there's one thing I've learned writing obituaries, it's that they'll all still be dead tomorrow. So now back to this Sydney thing, what part of seeing a book makes it a sign?" "It's not the book, Eric!" Michael answered, "Look at what I found in the glove she gave me. I'd never thought to look; I mean it never even dawned on me!" Michael held up the Bloomingdale's receipt. "Oh, man, that little piece of paper has this non-believer believing!" "I can't tell if you're joking or if you're serious, man." "Oh, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. Of course I'm serious. Let me see it." Michael handed the receipt to Eric, who examined it. "Holy crap!" "I know..." "It has..." "I know..." "AN ADDRESS!!! MAN! You freaking have her address!" "Yeah, seven years ago." "Look, I can type it in here, and get you her last name." Eric turned to his computer and typed in her address.
"Julian Sark"
"Julian Sark? Man, you're sure her name is Sydney? And that she was a she." "Eric, ew! Yes I'm sure she was a she, and I'm sure her name was Sydney, he could be um, a roommate. No! No, a boyfriend! When we met she had a boyfriend. Get his current address." "Okay, okay... I've got it... Queens. The guy's in Queens. So, Mike, does that mean we're going to Queens?" "What do you think?" "I think we need to get going."
San Francisco Francisco Street 8:30 AM
It was a bright spring morning in San Francisco, and Sydney was content to walk to work from the ferry. She started to cross the final intersecting street before she reached her office, when a city bus came zooming past. Sydney instinctively jumped backward, bumping into a wall. She turned around and noticed the entire wall was plastered with 'Cool Hand Luke' posters. Surprised at the irony, she practically ran the rest of the way to work. Michael, why are you haunting me now!?!