Martha: Well I guess it's time to go. You will hold my hand?
Sophia: Sure I will.
Martha: I'm so glad I don't have to go alone.
Sophia: Uh, do you remember how we met?
Martha: Yes. About eight years ago. We shared a room in the hospital. You had the heart scare, I was the gall bladder.
Sophia: They gave you my sponge bath by mistake.
Martha: You ate my Jell-O. It was a horrible little room. We couldn't wait to get out of it.
Sophia: Because we wanted to live.
Martha: Yes. I remember.
Sophia: Remember better. Remember life.
Martha: I don't have much of one. I'm not like you. You live with friends and family, holidays and warmth. I hear the silence.
Sophia: We'll talk. We'll talk all the time. You can come over Thanksgiving, Christmas, every Friday night. I may not be there, but you could always talk to Rose.