Callie has a meltdown.

As many of you are already aware, Callie and Damon have some communication problems. For an introduction to C & D, check out the links in the sidebar under "Someday on Stage". They're quite the pair. Oh, yes, and Jill has a habit of referring to her fictional characters as if they were real.

Jill

I miss my characters. And they are getting mad at me.

Other person

Okay, there's suspension of disbelief...and then there's borderline schizophrenia.

Strangely, Callie seems to have a bit of a personality split as well...

Callie

Do I ever seem like two different people to you?

Silence. Then laughter. Damon finds this endearing, and amusing, and probably unnecessary.

Callie

I'll take that as a yes. I'm sorry.

Damon

Why? It's just you, I guess.

Callie

But I don't want it to be "just me". Really, I want me to be... I don't know. A different me, a better me. A me that knows how to converse like a regular person. Like, I'm sorry for all the times I wanted to say something but I didn't. Or you wanted me to say something. But I didn't. Probably on purpose. Sometimes on purpose. Just, you know, because I didn't want to, you know, let you, you know... Ok, but not maliciously on purpose. Never maliciously.

And all those times when you were expecting me to say something? You know, because that was the normal way the conversation would have been going? And then I said something totally out of left field. Not even left field. Like, waaay over the Green Monster. Or, on the other side of Monument Park. Or, you know those buildings outside of Wrigley? Where the people hang out on the roofs? Over their heads. Yeah. That far out. I know I do this. Trust me. I know. You're not the first person I've done this too.

(To herself) Great, I'm sure that's exactly what he wants to hear.

(Back to Damon) Could we scratch that? You know, forget I said it. I'll try again. You... You make me want to be more me. More me than maybe I've ever been before. Or maybe not more me. Maybe, better me. Braver me. More better braver me. So it's not that I don't trust you--all the random answers, and the "way out in left field"--it's not that I don't trust you. It's that I do. You understand? From the first time I spoke to you. I had an impression of the you that I was expecting you to be and I turned out to be right, but even though I was expecting you to be that you, I wasn't expecting me to be right. You know? I know, right!

Like I said. It's not that I don't trust you. It's that it was so easy to trust you.

Will you say something?

Damon

Green Monster? Monument Park? Wrigley?

Callie

You don't watch much baseball, do you?