Buddy: What are you staring at, Merci?
Merci: The past.
Buddy: I've heard of seeing the future, but you can see the past?
Merci: Yes, it's called memory. I am remembering when I was young and beautiful.
Buddy: It's okay to be old - I'm old and white haired - but you'll always be beautiful.
Merci: What are you doing, Buddy?
Buddy: I think I'll just sit here and see the past with you.