[The man in the boat... Yes, there's something in the notebook about a man in a boat. A man who asked her what she most wished for. Caitlyn eagerly flips through the pages until she finds it. Her cramped scribbles are circled and a line is drawn to another page reference, something about a man in white.]
Is this who you're talking about?
[She holds the notebook out to the woman, prepared to hand it to her, only to immediately yank it back when she remembers the very personal message written only few pages later. Even if she doesn't know who it's written to or why she'd write such a thing, it's not something she wants anybody else to accidentally see while going through the notebook.]
Is. Um. [She tears out the offending page, folds it quickly but very neatly, and holds out the notebook again.] Is it him?
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Is this who you're talking about?
[She holds the notebook out to the woman, prepared to hand it to her, only to immediately yank it back when she remembers the very personal message written only few pages later. Even if she doesn't know who it's written to or why she'd write such a thing, it's not something she wants anybody else to accidentally see while going through the notebook.]
Is. Um. [She tears out the offending page, folds it quickly but very neatly, and holds out the notebook again.] Is it him?