"My life has been a veritable hell for as long as I can remember. Probably doesn't help that I don't stand up for myself as much as I should. And yet, one thing popped into my head the moment you asked me that question." "Is that so? And what might that be?" "Happiness...before, it was just a word to me. Or maybe a dream deferred, a poetic absurdity. But now...happiness to me, is getting off the train to Rosemont, and seeing his smiling face there, waiting for me."