I don’t know whether or when to announce that we’re back–are we back? nobody knows–but I want you to know I’m still here, I still exist, and I still plan to get back to this. I’ll let you know when I have some kind of idea of a routine schedule.

I bet Lance feels like sort of a fool for ordering an extra-large caramel-and-whipped-cream Indulgence Mochaccino just to get officially broken up with over.

In a cafe, Pickering explains something earnestly to Lance. She touches his arm and leaves. Lance sits alone. Then he runs to the doorway.
LANCE: Stop! Thief!
An officer stops Pickering.
OFFICER: What did she steal?
LANCE (sorrowfully): My heart.