Isabel: You're not really here, are you?
Alex: No. You're talking in your sleep.
Isabel: God, I wish I could really talk to you, Alex.
Alex: I'm the next best thing. What do you want to say?
Isabel: That I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Alex: Me too.
Isabel: I never should have called you.
Alex: I called you, remember?
Isabel: I never should've brought you into any of this.
Alex: Any of what?
Isabel: Me. My life.
Alex: You think being with you had something to do with what happened?
Isabel: Yes, I do. I don't know how, but...God, if you hadn't been involved with me...
Alex: Hey, if I was really here, I'd tell you you're full of crap. You know that.
Isabel: Yeah, but it wouldn't make me feel any better.
Alex: I better go.
Alex: I'm not making things any better for you.
Isabel: No, please. Please don't go.
Alex: I'm already gone. This is just a dream, that you'll eventually wake up from.
Isabel: Will I see you again?
Alex: That depends on you. But I have a feeling, I wouldn't want me to be here. (They kiss) Bye Isabel. (Alex walks to the door)
Isabel: I love you, Alex. (He stops, turns around)
Alex: I think we both know... that I loved you too.