Alone in his apartment, Jerry sat in stunned silence, staring at her empty Snapple bottle.
What in the hell just happened?
Things were going so well. Sure, he'd been in denial about his feelings for her for years, but he didn't want to scare her away.
Prison life gave him a lot of time to think... and most of his thoughts had been about her.
Over and over his mind reeled, wondering what he should have said or done.
Oh, what difference did it make, anyway? She was gone.
His chest hurt (actually hurt) remembering how upset she looked.
He blinked and-
Oh damn...
His eyes were wet. That could only mean one thing...
No...
Who in the hell ever heard of a comedian crying?
God, if anyone saw him, he'd-
"Jerry! You'd gotta see what I've done with my apartment! It's brilliant, really! I'll make millions!"
Jerry looked up, horrified that Kramer had burst through the door. Quickly he pretended he hadn't seen him.
He had to think fast.
He grabbed the phone and put it to his ear, staring out the window.
"...Yes, that sounds great. Well, I'd like to do the USA tour, but I guess Canada will do."
And then the phone rang...
"Oh I don't believe this..." Jerry muttered to himself.
He wiped his eyes, praying that his ridiculous ten minute breakdown didn't show on his face.
Boldly he turned to find Kramer watching him with interest.
"Hey Cosmo." He said glumly. When Kramer continued to stare, Jerry became worried.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Your phone rings while you're talking on it?"
"Um, yeah..." Jerry said, ignoring the ringing phone, grateful that he'd finally traded in his old answering machine for voice mail. Now he didn't have to worry about his
messages being broadcast throughout his apartment.
Yep, the world after prison had certainly changed for the better.
Well, until now...
He was overwhelmed with relief when the ringing stopped. "Okay, thank you. Goodbye." He said into the phone.
"It's one of those new features that the phone company is letting me try out." Jerry explained. "That way you'll never miss your messages. I think I'm gonna keep it."
Kramer jerked back in frustration.
"What's with you?" Jerry asked.
"People always think of these things before I do! I could have made millions, Jerry! Millions!"
"Somebody must have beaten you to it." Jerry said, feeling a strange pang of sympathy for his friend. "Probably while we were in prison."
"Don't remind me." Kramer said.
"So what did you want to show me?" Jerry asked. He suddenly realized that he desperately wanted to get out of this place for a while.
Too many memories of the woman he loved...
Who used to love him...
"This'll just take a second, Jer-." Kramer said, waiting for Jerry to follow him across the hall.
With some reluctance, Jerry walked into the hallway. What if Elaine called while he was gone?
No, he couldn't think about that now.
Kramer pointed to the door.
"Okay, are you ready?"
"Sure, open up."
Dramatically, Kramer opened the door, causing Jerry's eyes to widen.
"Kramer, what have you done?"
"Is this brilliant or what, Jerry?"
"Or what." Jerry said.
Kramer smiled proudly. "Welcome to K-Man Crusades!"
Jerry looked around the apartment. The walls were covered with travel posters featuring every city imaginable. Throughout the room, travel brochures and stuffed
animals representing various regions.
"Kramer, what in the hell is this?"
"It's my new travel agency! Anywhere you want to go, just call on Cosmo Kramer."
"But you don't have the training to be a travel agent." Jerry said.
"That's the beauty of it." Kramer said, confusing Jerry even more.
"Um... Sure Kramer. Look, I've gotta get going." Jerry said, needing any excuse possible to get out of there.
Wow, prison must have really gone to Kramer's head.
"Okay, well, when you decide you want to go to the Bahamas just let me know!" Kramer called as Jerry stepped into the hallway.
"Sure thing, Kramer."
"I hear it's beautiful this time of year. You and Elaine would love it."'
At the mention of his former girlfriend, Jerry's chest tightened.
"Yeah, I'm sure she would." Jerry said, ignoring Kramer's confused look.