Chapter seventeen: L.A. and London:
    Something had to be done. 2-D’s depression was getting worse each day. They had to go back to London quickly. But how can Reese convince the man she loved to go back to his home country.
    “Mother.” said Reese one afternoon. “Yes honey.” her mother answered. “Where 2-D?” the blonde asked. “He’s on the back porch.” the mother answered. “Okay thanks.” Reese said. Then she quickly flew outside.
She found 2-D sadly smoking on a cigarette. As Reese approached him, the Brit looked up. His forlorn eyes met hers. “2-D,” Reese spoke up. “We need to talk.” No response. “Come with me to the car.” she continued. D rose and complied.
    Reese drove them around L.A. again. 2-D just stared out the window. “D.” Reese spoke up. The Brit didn’t look up. “I think it’s best that we went back to London now.” the blonde reported. 2-D sharply turned. “But….” he started to say. “Now. Now.” Reese jumped in. “It’s your choice. But I think we should leave soon.” The rest of the trip was silent.