Kate：My dearest Mr. Wyler. Are you willing to play a game with me? Two years ago today, I was taking the 145 train to Madison from the Riverside station and I forgot something there. It was a gift from my father. If you find it, can you please put it in the mailbox? It would mean a lot. Yours, Kate.
Attendant：Final call for the 5:46 to Madison.
Morgan：Do you really wanna know? Come on.
Attendant：All aboard.
Morgan：Okay. I'll call you.
Alex：Kate, I found it. I have it with me. One day I'll get it to you. Trust me. I know how important it is to you. You might not remember, but we saw each other. At least, I saw you. You never told me how beautiful you are.
Kate：Well, maybe you saw somebody else. That was a bad hair year for me.
Alex：Long brown hair. Gentle, unguarded eyes.
Kate：Okay, okay, okay. You saw me. But I still don't know what you look like.
Alex：Well, why don't we just get together in the future and you can let me know what you think.
Kate：It's a date. Okay. Why don't you call me July 10th, 2006 at 9:05 p.m.
