Then Came You

I'm so sorry, Skye.

The tumor just hasn't responded to the treatment.

Pretty soon you'll feel your energy levels drop dramatically,

and your mobility will become increasingly restricted.

I'm afraid it's about quality of time now.

You win some, you lose some.

What's eating Calvin?

He gets his test results tomorrow.

Saw you checking out those Ray-Bans.

Right.

Why do all pilots think that they're rock stars?

I heard he wears 'em to bed. You should find out.

He's not my type.

Girl, I'm starting to believe you don't have a type.

- Lady, need a ride? - No, thanks.

Sorry about my son, his wife's still breaking him in.

Hey, the other boy, he's a sweetheart.

All right.

Thank you for sharing, Ann.

So, listen, guys, why don't we try an exercise?

- - OK, relax. It's not a test.

Here you go.

Now, make a list, all right?

Make a list of all the things that you wanna do.

All right, let your imaginations run wild.

If you want to scale Everest, then go ahead

and write that down.

What if I want to rob a bank?

I can't say that I approve,

but go ahead and write it down. I know a good lawyer.

Feel free to inspire each other, OK?

Use each other for support.

Nice of you to join us, Skye.

Well, you know me, Dan. I'll be late for my own funeral.

Yeah, well, you're more than welcome to stay

but any repeat of last week's behavior,

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I'll be good as gold.

All right.

You're new.

I'm Skye.

Calvin.

So, what are you doing here, Calvin?

Some terrible exercise about climbing mountains and shit?

Yeah, actually.

Want to copy mine?

I'm a little promiscuous when it comes to support groups.

What's with you?

Sorry, your... face. I...

That was a wink, dummy.

Playtime's over, get back to work.

What now?

I don't know what to write.

Write anything. No one cares.

You're dying, remember?

Just don't write something cliché, like

"swimming with dolphins".

And don't write "Disneyland".

I've been to Disneyland, it's shit.

Plus, there's, like, 1,000 dying kids there,

so no one treats you special or anything.

Not even Mickey Mouse, that's, like, passé to him, you know?

You got a girlfriend?

- Hm? - Boyfriend?

No.

But there's someone you like, hm?

Maybe you think about them

- when you're... - Jesus!

- Well? - Can you leave me alone, please?

- Just tell me her name, dummy. - Don't call me that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

I just get so angry sometimes, you know, I lash out.

It's so unfair, I should have my whole life ahead of me.

I'm screwing with you. Give me that.

That'll do for starters.

- Great job today, guys. - See you, Calvin.

- Thank you, Dan. - Thanks again.

Great job.

- Hey, Dad. How'd it go? - Well, still got cancer.

Yeah, I'm aware. It's a support group.

I know, it's not voodoo.

- - Oh, come on.

You're killing me!

Hey, Calvin. Help a girl out?

I'm gonna be late for work.

Oh, come on, it will just take a second.

Just, you know, push it or something.

Not like that.

Come on, put some hurt on it!

- Ow! - Yay! Go, Calvin!

Want one?

Sucks, huh?

The big "C".

They've run out of stages for me now, what about you?

I gotta go.

Hey.

- Hey, you dropped this. -

I thought I felt something.

There's nothing wrong with you, Calvin.

I just don't know how many more ways to say it.

Well, what about my symptoms?

You say that you experience pain, discomfort,

and I believe you,

but that's not indicative of cancer.

OK, and what about my mole?

It's the same size that it was last week.

Then maybe we should do more tests, just to be sure.

There aren't any more tests.

Your health issues aren't physical.

I thought sending you to that support group

would give you a bit of perspective.

I'm not making this up.

All right?

- Calvin... - I'm not a hypochondriac.

Your symptoms journal?

- Hey. - Oh.

That was you, right? With your dad and your brother?

Mm-hm.

Sorry about that.

I know all about it.

I have four... brothers.

- Back in Ohio. - Cool.

You've obviously never been to Ohio.

I don't travel much.

You work at an airport.

- I've never flown. - What? Really?

I... How is that even possible?

You, my friend, are a disgrace to the aviation industry.

So, what do you write in there?

Oh, um, stuff, you know.

Sounds like a bestseller.

Calvin Lewis to the information desk.

Calvin Lewis to the information desk.

- That's me. - Guess you should go then.

I'm Izzy.

- Um... - Um...

OK.

See ya.

Hi, I'm Calvin Lewis.

- Hi, Calvin! - Hi.

- Hi. - What are you doing here?

Oh, you dropped this at the meeting.

Oh, you have another one.

Do you not have, like, school?

Is this your ride?

- Wow. - Yes.

- Can I take it for a spin? - No.

- Please? - No.

But I'm dying.

OK, it's not insured for civilians, so...

Civilians? Oh, come on, I'm not gonna sue.

- Cross my heart and hope to... - Skye.

So, are you one of these guys

that's always going on strike and breaking people's stuff?

No.

Have you ever gone through someone's luggage?

What's the weirdest thing you've ever found?

I bet you've found some filthy things, haven't you?

Go on, you can tell me, I'm really good at keeping secrets.

- I'm about to go on shift, so... - Oh, amazing, I will come with.