The Real Folk Blues, Part 2.

Faye:
Where are you going? (pauses) Why are you going? You told me once to forget the past, cause it doens’t matter. But you’re the one still tied to the past, Spike!

Spike:
(walks up to her, leaning in) Look at my eyes, Faye. One of them is a fake, cause I lost it in an accident. Since then, I’ve been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other, so I thought I could only see patches of reality, never the whole picture…

Faye:
Don’t tell me things like that. You never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now.

Spike:
I felt I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over.

Faye:
My memory finally came back, but nothing good came of it. There was no place for me to return to. This was the only place I could go. (pauses, and continues distressed) And now you’re leaving, just like that! Why did you have to go? Where are you going? What are you going to do? Just throw your life away, like it was nothing?

Spike:
I’m not going there to die. I’m going to find out if I’m really alive. I have to do it, Faye…