EXT. HUNTER'S DRIVEWAY - NIGHT
Garage door open, Rover in its spot. Tom and Chloe, wearing Tom's hat, near Hunter at Jackie inn her driver's seat, engine running, lights on.
HUNTER: Call when you're home?
JACKIE: From my driveway.
HUNTER: Thanks.
Quick kiss.
JACKIE: Chloe and Tom, until next time.
CHLOE/TOM: Already lookin' forward to it.
CHLOE: Thanks for an unforgettable day.
JACKIE: Thank you both. Goodnight.
TOM/CHLOE: Goodnight.
Jackie drives away.
HUNTER: Agreed on unforgettable. Tom, I'm really happy you came along.
TOM: I'm blessed to be able to.
HUNTER: Up for a movie?
TOM: I sure would like that but to be honest I'm feelin' a little tuckered. Thinkin' I'll call Wanda and Ruth who're waitin' to hear all about the day, then take a shower and get on to bed. Sorry to be a party-pooper.
HUNTER: Not at all, Tom.
Hunter leads to garage
CHLOE: Maybe it's the elevation effect.
TOM: Well, Laramie's at seven-thousand so I ain't sure it's that. Just part a gettin' older and already bein' old.
HUNTER: Tom, are you too tuckered to take a look at a photograph and tell me a little about what you remember about the day it was taken. Or it can wait until tomorrow morning.
TOM: Well, a little less tuckered now that ya got my curiosity on the hook.
HUNTER: Great.
Hunter closes the garage door.
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