Well I guess that's it. There's no one else. It's me and you against the world, the way it should be, the way I've always wanted it to be. You calm me down with the gentlest of touches, you're the subtlest of ointments. I can never miss you as I've never had to. I can''t bear the thought. So this, our final night being the women we are, what shall we do? May I make a suggestion? Let's look at the moon and pretend we're stars. Stars with no constellation, stars looking just to burn dimly, happily, in their own company.