Garret: How are you doing these days?
Jordan: I'm fine. You?
Garret: Really? I know it's gonna be a tough day …
Jordan: What? My daughter's first birthday of my mother's death anniversary?
Garret: Actually, both. And they're on the same day.
Jordan: I know.
Garret: How you feel about that?
Jordan: Honest?
Garret: (nods)
Jordan: Confused. Exited. Happy and sad at the same time. I don't know.
Garret: (nods)
Jordan: I mean I'm really exited about Angel having birthday. I mean she'll be one year. I never thought I could do this, you know. Being a mother. Raising a child. But there she is. My daughter. She's grown so much. And she can do so many things already. She actually said her name the other day. It came out like "Andy". But it still was her name.
Garret: Really?
Jordan: Yeah. Woody's kinda calling her that since.
Garret: Woody. He's probably all nuts, isn't he?
Jordan: Oh, yeah. He actually wants to through her a big party. I mean, it's her first birthday. She won't understand anyway. And …
Garret: … and it's your mother's death anniversary.
Jordan: Yeah.
Garret: …
Jordan: I mean, it's been a trist day ever since I was ten. That's not gonna go away that easily.
Garret: I don't think it should. Try find a balance. Something between being happy for your daughter and sorry for your mother. They both are important to you. They both should get your attention on this special day.
Jordan: I figured as much. It's hard though.
The wedding had been kept simple. Just the morgue gang and a small ceremony on the roof. And a get together at the Pogue as reception. The bride and groom seemed to be very happy.
Nigel: That was a nice wedding. Romantic. In a way. I hope I can have one like this some day.
Garret: I never pictured you the romantic type, Nigel.
Nigel: (teasing) Don't you wanna know? (sighs) But I probably won't marry ever anyway. No Lady friend around who'd want to stick around me little computer jockey, I'm afraid.
Garret: You'll find your girl, Nigel. Some day.
Nigel: After today, I hope so.
Garret: You will.
Nigel: … So. Looks like I gotta dig out that sign again, huh?
Garret: What sign?
Nigel: "No Trespassing"? For trace?
Garret: Oh! That one. You think that's necessary?
Nigel: Sure it is.
Garret: I mean she's not …
