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Continuing Scene 190, beginning with yesterday's quote -
She's surprised he doesn't know who she is, I was sure you'd remember--we knew each other long ago. He seems puzzled. His face, his hair, his hands are all the same, points out Vicki--you are Peter Bradford.I'm Jeff Clark, he corrects her, sorry to be upsetting you. He wants to help, tells her not to cry. Neither of them understands, which makes them perfect for each other. He wants to go, but she begs him not to leave. Where did he come from, she asks. The road, he says--he hasn't lived in Collinsport long at all and doesn't want to give her his life story after all she's been through--not 1795, but the accident, he says. He starts to go, promising he won't disappear. He figures she liked Peter and envies him that. Don't envy him, advises Vicki.[/spoiler]
Sam drinks at the Blue Whale. Roger enters. Other patrons are being served by the bartender. Roger joins Sam, who notes his arms are empty--"I thought you were going to bring me something." I thought I would, too, says Roger, he doesn't know where his paintings are--he searched all over the house, everywhere--he can't locate them. Sam insists he has to be kidding. They sit at a table. Roger says he wishes he were--they were in the house. I didn't expect you to hang them, says Sam, but I didn't expect you to lose them! He didn't, says Roger, they must be around--unless someone threw them out. This horrifies Sam--how can anybody throw out paintings?[/spoiler]