"So, what's next? A million years to think about it," Annie says, walking away from O'Mega's with Juno.
"I just didn't... allow myself to think that way," Juno says, as they walk past the unruly tree.
"No, yeah, I... know how that feels. In a different way, maybe, but still. Alright, let's turn it around. What would you like your next week to be like?" Annie says, as they walk to the red stairs in front of the old industrial building the tree is in front of. "Your tomorrow. Your next hour. Your next minute."
They sit down on the stairs.