(On a balcony, overlooking a lower part of the city. Jesse is sitting on the stone rail, Céline is leaning against it.)
Jesse: I feel like this is uh, some dream world we're in, you know.
Céline: Yeah, it's so weird. It‘s like our time together is just ours. It‘s our own creation. It must be like I'm in your dream, and you in mine, or something.
Jesse: And what's so cool is that this whole evening, all our time together, shouldn't officially be happening.
Céline: Yeah, I know. Maybe that's why this feels so otherworldly. But then the morning comes, and we turn into pumpkins, right?
Jesse: Ahhh...
Céline: Yeah, I know. But at this time, I think you're supposed to produce the glass slipper, and see if it fits.
Jesse: Yeah?
Céline: Yeah.
Jesse: It'll fit.
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