She begs him to love her again, swears she's done nothing with the man who cowers behind her, shrinking an inch at a time. She tells him she loves him--always did, always will--and her tears drip like lead on his heart.

He looks at her standing there, disheveled and dry, and cocking an eyebrow he says, "I'm sorry, my dear, but our time was once long ago, when you were young."

"Oh!" she moans. He fears she will faint. If she falls she may squish the little man behind her (for now he is only head high to her hip) so he rushes forward to offer his hand.