High School seniors Sam and Andrew have been friends (and maybe more) for a long time, but now it's graduation and they may never see each other again.

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SAM: How do you know?

ANDREW: I just know. It's an alien thing.

SAM: And what about me?

ANDREW: You and I are married. In 2098.

SAM: Uh huh.

ANDREW: Look. Look at your hand.

(She looks.)

SAM: So?

ANDREW: You're not trying.

(She looks again.)

SAM: You're crazy.

ANDREW: I know.

(Andrew collapses again.)

SAM: Would you cut it out!

(She drags him out of the stall. He seems a little drunk; he speaks plainly but with difficulty.)

ANDREW: Sometimes things just don't work out the way we want.

SAM: If you weren't my best friend I'd—

(Andrew kisses her.)

ANDREW: Raggedy Andy and—no, Raggedy Sam. Raggedy Sam. She's got brains. But even you can't know everything. Some things can't be facts. Some things are just theories. Let me explain. This is important, Sam. You know that time you applied to go to France? And then changed your mind? You did go to France. In another universe.

SAM: In another universe I'm in France.

ANDREW: That's right.

SAM: In another universe you graduated today.

ANDREW: Nope. I was never going to graduate. But the France thing. You could follow yourself there. So you see the big decisions aren't that big. Don't worry about the big decisions!

SAM: What about us in that other universe? In 2098.

ANDREW: You think there's only one other?

SAM: It's a nice theory. You want that chicken salad?

ANDREW: Too late.

(He feels his stomach.)

My stomach's gone.

SAM: Where did it go?

ANDREW: Now it's in my elbow. I'm getting rearranged. Pretty soon I'll be transparent.

SAM: It's an alien thing.

ANDREW: Help me up?

(She helps him up. She doesn't understand what is going on, but she feels an incredible tenderness.)

You know what I love about you?

SAM: Yeah, I helped you cram for the chemistry final.

ANDREW: No! You have a big grapefruit heart.

SAM: Grapefruit.

ANDREW: It's the alien part of you. I got the brain. You got the heart.

SAM: I thought I had the brain.

(Andrew taps her on the chest. He takes her hand.)

You don't look so hot.

ANDREW: You look wonderful.

(He collapses again. She catches him.)

SAM: I'm going to get Mr. Channing.

ANDREW: Oops. There goes my vascular system. Listen to me, Sam. I want you to look up at the sky tonight. You'll see a beautiful bright light. Like an explosion. Snap crackle pop. That will be me waving to you.