Erin and Jessica in their room. Erin is holding a towel. Jessica enters, wearing a bathrobe.

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ERIN: You left your wet towel on my bed.

JESSICA: That towel isn't on your bed, Erin. It's in your hand.

ERIN: Of course it's not on my bed. I moved it because it was wet.

JESSICA: Oh, don't be such a wet blanket.

(Beat, as Jessica realizes the irony of what she just said.)

ERIN: Just promise me you'll stop leaving your towels everywhere.

(Erin tosses the towel to Jessica.)

JESSICA: Please. When else have I done that?

ERIN: The morning of September 5th, September 28th at 10 p.m., October 15th, November 6th, 3 a.m. on December 8th—

JESSICA: Okay, okay.

ERIN: Oh, and February 11th, when I found not only this same wet towel on my bed, but also another, wetter towel wrapped inside it.

JESSICA: How else do you think people are supposed to dry towels if not with other, dryer towels?

ERIN: Can we stop saying the word "towel"?

JESSICA: Fine. If you stop using your superhero memory to win arguments. I mean, at least give me a chance before you fire off all the incriminating dates.

ERIN: They're not just dates. They're episodes. It's like I'm flipping through a scrapbook of my own life.

JESSICA: I envy you. I've gotta rely on my real scrapbook to remember things like that.

ERIN: You've been scrapbooking?

(Jessica takes out a scrapbook.)

JESSICA: I'm nostalgic, you know? Now that we're almost juniors.

ERIN: Let me see.

JESSICA: Hey! Easy.

(Erin thumbs through the scrapbook.)

ERIN: Aw, here's us moving in together.

JESSICA: People at home thought that I was only coming here because you were. But that's not true. I came for the academics, and—

ERIN: Here's you dressing up as me for Halloween that one time.

JESSICA: Give me that.

ERIN: How far back does this go?

JESSICA: Hmm...remember back when we were thirteen, when we used to go to that island in the middle of the lake?

(Jessica flips to a photo of the island.)

ERIN: This isn't it.

JESSICA: Yes it is.

ERIN: No, it's not. It didn't have these big rocks on the shore. And it had five oak trees, not... (Counting:) Twelve—

JESSICA: Okay, fine. It's a stock photo. The point is, on the real island we'd pretend that there were no other people in the world but us. And that was enough.

(She plops down on Erin's bed.)

At least, back then it was.

ERIN: (Seeing it in her mind:) It was seven years ago on June 10th, and we were lying down on the island. The sun was sinking below the horizon and stars were just faintly beginning to appear. I told you that I didn't want anything to change from this moment. You said, "Then why let it?" I said, "Let it what?" Then you replied, "Change." Then I responded, "Change what?" And you said, "This moment." So I said, "No, I don't want it to change—"

JESSICA: Get to the point.

ERIN: We proclaimed that island to be the Land of Erica, a combination of "Erin" and "Jessica." The place where nothing would ever change.

JESSICA: It's still crazy to me how you can remember all that.

ERIN: I don't just remember it. I relive it. Thanks for reminding me, Jess. It's a good memory to have.