"I think I'm gonna be sad. I think it's today, yeah. The girl that's driving me mad is going away." Ticket to Ride, the Beatles -Dasey-
Ticket to Ride, 3:10
"So," Derek looks at the plane ticket on Casey's desk, "it's final, then?"
"It's not like I'm happy about this, Derek. But, I can't limit myself to stories that are happy."
"But, Casey… Iraq?"
She nods. "It'll be a long month, huh?"
He puts his arms around her in a last-ditch attempt. "I just got back."
"You've been back for nearly a semester," Casey corrects, putting a hand on his cheek. "And, I missed you."
"You think I'm not going to miss you?"
"Oh, Derek," she sighs, "of course, I know you'll miss me. At least, I hope that's what all this means."
"All this?"
"Well, we've barely left each other alone since you got back. It means something."
"Then, why are you leaving?!" he queries.
"Derek. I let you go to Spain, for an entire semester."
"That was for school!"
"Yeah, and this is for my internship. Der, we aren't kids any more. We can't just waste our lives away, waiting for the other person to come home."
"You called me a five-year-old last week."
"Yeah, you put toothpaste in my shoes."
He grins. "Promise you'll come back in one piece."
"Derek."
"No. Promise me, Casey."
"Fine, Derek. I promise."
"Do you even care?"
"About what?" she asks absently.
"Do you care that you're leaving 'all this' behind? That you're leaving me behind?"
"I'm leaving you enough food in the freezer for a small army to survive for nearly two months. You'll be fine."
"That's not what I meant."
"Derek, I can't turn this down. And, I can't believe you're asking me to!"
He grabs both her arms. "I'm not. I just… promise me something else."
"What?"
"Promise me you'll be careful, and…"
"What?"
"Promise that you won't forget me."
"How could I forget you? I love you, remember?"
"How could I forget?" he teases. "I love you too."