Cameron: [aside to camera] I knew that voice. It was Keifth. When I first moved here, I was just a young Missouri hayseed. I-I bought a ticket to the circus one day, and there in the middle of all the action, in an impeccably pressed tuxedo, was Ringmaster Keifth. I started hanging out at circus bars until we met. The attraction was immediate. He was older, always in command of a room, which makes sense because a room is just a permanent tent. We dated for six months. He transformed me into the sophisticate that we all know today. And then, he suddenly disappeared. No goodbye. No note. Just some peanut shells on the floor that must have fallen from his glorious black boot.