Slowie was a track star.

"Hey I am staying centered it is the world that is moving funny."

"What are we talking about?"

"I like the quiet. I can't compete with that."

"What?"

"I have to flow with all of that."

"What?"

"I'm just trying to stop moving so I can get in sync with this life that was designed not of Riley."

"Is that what allows you to currently date the felon?"

"Well the felon is a caveat, but yes. He provides a wonderful service to my burgeoning enlightenment as long as I keep my hands inside the ride and I don't try to escape. I can't get any big bright ideas anymore. I can't slip out."

"What does that mean?"

"I am taken it for what it is. I'm standing still and going with it."

"That sounds like mescaline."

"A little."

"Are you on it now?"

"A little."

"What does this mean for the Slowie I know and sort of disdain?"

"She's tired. She's got caught. She was tired of running, and has turned herself in.

"OK."

"I was running to different cities building my little shanty towns."

"In designer shoes I'm sure.

"Possibly."

"OK."

"All the people regardless of their biography can catch me now. They can ply me with their mirrors. I give in. I give up."

"You sound like a fugitive."

"I was just tired."

"OK, but you do."

"I just gave up."

"OK."

"I like the quiet."