"You'll be OK, won't you?" He needed to run over to the movie house and play the movie at 9 p.m. sharp.

"Yeah, go ahead," Ellie hadn't seen his roommate yet. She didn't want to be alone, but what else was there to do.

"You can come with me, if you want."

"Why?"

"You looked depressed." He stared at her for the longest.

"And a foreign film is suppose to help that?" She played with her soup. Finally bit into a stale cracker.

"Yes." He nodded.

"You're so depressed," Ellie closed her eyes then. She wanted to wake up and be back in her own bed with her own life.

"I guess." He shrugged.

"So what do people do here?"

"Exist." He sighed.

She went back to the soup. She slurped it until it was gone.

"There," she smiled. "At least that's over."

"So you want to go?" He gave her a little frown.

"Yeah, it'll give me all the time for you tell me everything about you." She put her bowl away in the sink. She guessed she was ready to go.