1. Topless Gin Rummy. 2a. Plane movie with Bill Murray before and after he died 2b. my girlfriend

1. On a train, I am trying to figure out how to use the headphone jack. I'm on my way to Canada. I'm seated next to a tall, pale Norweigan man with dark features. I look uncomfortable. I'm fidgeting and my eyes are darting all over the place. My seatmate says "Do you want to play cards?" as his long limb extends to dexterously apprehend a deck. I say "sure." "What game?" says he. "Gin Rummy. But you'll have to remind me of the rules," I say, mentally recalling that I will soon receive ten cards and make groupings of three if I can. I am topless and he is aware. I can tell by his breathing. But he isn't openly staring at me. He starts to deal, focusing on the cards, a slow smile creeping across his face.

2a. On set with an alternate Bill Murray filming a movie with an inauthentic set dressing. Wide wooden waiting-room chairs upholstered with a coarsely woven mustard fabric are lined in rows and curved plexiglass walls with small windows where the bright set lights beam in are replicating a 767 aircraft. We are never acting, but the director calls "Cut."

2b. At home with my girlfriend, we are processing how upsetting it was that our longtime colleague, the alternate Bill Murray, had died, and how painful it was that he had taken his own life. We are all in the green room, which is our house. We've been watching a montage of his outtake clips from the film project with some other people from the cast. We fall asleep, and when we wake up, he's in the room with us and his new (ghost) wife. He jokes around with us and says "What, you think I was seriously going to stick around for when everything felt finished? Where's the fun in that?" He leaves, and the rest of the cast leaves and it's just me and my girlfriend. We're newly dating. I kiss her, suddenly inspired by the thought of how little time we have to get in as much as we can. I seek comfort in her mouth. She picks up a magazine and I lower my face to between her thighs and start to elicit moans of pleasure from her. I take the tall chapstick that was on the couch and start to slide its smooth plastic vertically between her lips but she just says "no." I set the chapstick down and carry on with my previous tactic. I ask her if she likes it. She laughs and says "I want to pleasure you while you pleasure me." I laugh and say "This can actually happen. It's an actual thing that is actually possible."