A couple is lying in a hospital bed. The hospital room is a spaceship of bleeps and bloops. Where there isn't a mysterious white box on the wall, there's a yellow, green, or pretty red light. And the door is closed and the overhead lights are dimmed so we're alone. It's quiet. Real quiet. Quiet except for the turning pages of a notebook. It's her note book. We're looking through it in her hospital bed. It's really a teenaged girl's notebook: aside from the bevy of assorted lists (Homework To-Do, Sephora Christmas Wish List, Actresses Who I Would Scalp and Wear their Hair Like it's my Hair), there was also a list of mainly liberal arts colleges (Williams, Amherst, Vassar, Reed, Harvard, Stanford and WWU), as well as, you guessed it... Wedding sketches.