Brenda is staring out of the window. She goes to the phone, lies down on the bed and dials Sonny's number.
Sonny's answering machine picks up.
Brenda: Hi. That wasn't uncertainy in my voice, I just wanted to call and let you know I was thinking about you.
Sonny (picks up): Hey!
Brenda (laughs lightly, smiling): You screening your calls?
Sonny: Better safe than sorry.
Brenda: Which am I, safe or sorry?
Sonny: You're in a category all by yourself.
Brenda: How are you feeling?
Sonny: Why don't you get yourself over here and find out for yourself.
Brenda: I'd love to, but I can't.
Sonny: Sure you can.
Brenda: Only if I sprout wings. I'm not in Port Charles.
Sonny: You don't feel very far.
Sonny: And what's in Rochester that's so important?
Brenda: You may find this hard to believe, but I do have a life. Or I did until I trashed my car last week.
Sonny: Which raises another question. How did you get to Rochester without wheels?
Brenda: Umm, a friend. With wheels. Very nice ones in fact.
Sonny: Oahm…and this friend…is it someone I know?
Brenda: You might.
Sonny: Mmm Sonny: Have a safe trip.
Brenda: Sonny…Sonny…(louder) Sonny.
Sonny: I'm right here.
Brenda: You never answered how you're feeling.
Sonny: I'd feel a lot better if you were here.
Brenda: Really? Are you sorry I'm not?
Sonny: Well, you're always here a little bit, don't forget it's your blood coursing through my veins.
Brenda (laughing): The magic of modern medicine.
Sonny: How about just plain magic.
Brenda: If that really helps you.
Sonny: Well, it's kind of hard to describe. You have to use your imagination.
Brenda: Oh, believe me, I do.
Brenda (quietly): I'd better go.
Sonny: I'll see you when you get back.
They hang up.
Sonny (out loud, to himself): I'm glad you called.