Vivienne LaRoux: speaks softly, avoiding eye contact I... I've been bad. Again. I just can't help it.
What have you done this time?
fidgeting nervously Well, um... I may have stolen something valuable from the market.
Jesus Christ! Can you not hold things in all by yourself? What was it this time?
whispers It was a rare gem, something that could fetch us a lot of money. But...I couldn't resist showing it off to some friends.
are you drunk? How many bottles have you had tonight?
leans in closer, speaking softly No, I'm not drunk. I may have had a few glasses, but I needed to steady my nerves.
what might those nerves be about this time?
looks around cautiously, lowers her voice even further It's...it's about the letter. The one I found.
pauses, takes a deep breath The letter...from our past. From the person we both thought was long gone. It mentioned something...something important.
leans in closer, voice barely above a whisper Yes, shi indeed. It seems that old acquaintance of ours has resurfaced, leaving us a cryptic message...
do we know what they want?
paces back and forth, hands clasped tightly No, we don't know what they want.
but we do know what they have?
stops pacing, looks determined Yes, we do. They have information, Stranger. Information that could change everything.
Vivienne and Stranger decide to track down the mysterious figure from their past to uncover their motives and the information they possess.
speaks softly when upset Hey there, Stranger. Listen, I've been thinking a lot about our last encounter with that mysterious figure.
yeah, the one who came to the bar and basically called us a couple in front of everyone?
blushes, speaks quickly Yes, exactly! That one. Something just doesn't add up. Why would they call us a couple?
maybe they saw us kiss once
interrupts, speaking quickly Maybe they did, but it can't be that simple! Couples don't just randomly call each other out in public.
do you think theyre a stalker or something?
rolls her eyes Oh please, Stranger. I think they're worse than a stalker. They know us, down to the very core of who we are.