[She knows he's in the trailer with her, and that he'll be back. But she still nearly jumps out of her skin when he shows back up in the living room. Chrissy even gives a little shout as she jumps, hands clutched close to her chest.]

I really just need...that.

[God, she feels awful saying that. Like she's using him or something. He probably won't even let her pay, but she still has cash stashed in her shoes like she's some kind of secret addict or something.

Really, Chrissy's never done drugs before. She's drank at parties, maybe, but this is something different. This is a slippery slope, and she knows that. All she can do is hope that Eddie doesn't think any less of her, because he's a pretty great guy.

She has no idea that the music that's playing is actually helping her more. All she knows is that she loves Carly Simon, but can't say anything about it because she's so nervous about being here to score drugs off of the guy that made her feel so happy and at ease earlier in the day.]

I'm sorry! It's just, I think I'm definitely losing my mind. You're sure that will help me be able to sleep, right?