Amy is sitting on the chest at the end of Ray and Debra's bed. Debra walks into the bedroom from the bathroom, she then walks back into the bathroom, and finally back into the bedroom again.
"Deb," Amy says looking up at her. "Pacing won't change the time you have to wait."
"It's killing me!" Debra says as she goes back into the bathroom.
"Deb," Amy calls after her. "Come on. Just sit down for a minute."
Debra comes back into the bedroom and flops down on the bed on her back.
"This is killing me," she says. "It's actually killing me."
"Do you want it to be positive?" Amy asks, turning around to look at Debra.
Debra sits up and looks as if she is thinking about Amy's question. She lies back down again.
"I don't know," she tells her.
"Give yourself a break," Amy tells her. "It's either going to be positive or it's going to be negative. Two options."
Debra sits up and glances at the clock before looking at Amy. She then quickly turns back to the clock and jumps up off the bed.
"Time's up!" she says, a note of relief in her voice.
She runs into the bathroom. Amy sits on the bed, looking into the hallway, while she waits for Debra. A few seconds later, Debra slowly comes back into the room and sits beside Amy.
"Well?" Amy asks as she looks at Debra.
"Well," Debra replies. "I don't have to wonder anymore."
Amy looks at her, waiting to hear the results.
"It's negative," she says as she begins to cry. "I'm not pregnant."
Amy and Debra hug and Debra starts to cry even more.
"I wanted it," she tells her best friend. "I can't explain why, but I wanted it. How could I want something so bad that never even existed?"