Mark: To me, you're Lynn. Always. Lynn: To everyone, Caroline. Mark: I'm not everyone. You loved me. Lynn: Ten years ago. Mark: Yes, time... Lynn: Yes, time. I don't know your past, Mark. The ten years you spent away from me. And you don't know mine. Mark: You don't have a past yet, Lynn. You're still too young. Lynn: I'm still young, but I do have a past: you. For ten years, I came to this park every day. And you weren't here. The park stayed here. Full of children, mothers, young women, old women. Full of people, and yet empty. Without you, the park was a desert to me. Mark: I couldn't have known that it was... serious. A twelve-year-old girl... But now, I'm here, Lynn, and you're no longer a child