-- we're gonna be late, huh?
i like your car. we're gonna be late. the engine still split-sput-sputtering.::.  a bus. whizzes by, slows up ahead at a bus stop. rachel gives up, jumps out:
-- are you kidding?
and one at night, i know --
more bills?
you swore!! as she chases the bills, screeching and honking around her:
you swore again. was that our bus? rachel looks: pan to across the street, the bus is now leaving the bus stop. pan back to rachel: shit!!
i will, mom --
it's only two days,: mom. y'know.  you could try and some have fun too, wouldn't kill ya.
-- love you too -- they separate -- she watches as kyle boards with mrs. miller:
it's unclear. as they head into the train, rachel steels herself and goes. passing the baggage area.
hey, mom, it's. me.
got your message, the train's awesome -- brian tried to burp the alphabet but gagged when he got to "m." i'll call when we hit d.c. bye, ma -- rachel holding the phone like it's some kind of life-line to her son. when there's a strange beep then the voice of aria:
my trumpet sounds weird.
i dunno, i haven't opened it yet.
they're on backorder everywhere! mom -- can i go play with it?