Angel: Well, Luna... I guess we’re not strays anymore. But I can’t say I feel any less lost.
[Luna purrs softly.]
Rosa: [from another room] Angel! Your cousin Tomás is waiting for you outside.
Angel: Tell him I’m dying.
Rosa: Yeah, right. Get your butt outside. And tell him I said hi.
[Outside, the autumn air is faint of maple and decaying trees.]
Tomás: Wassup fool, long time no see.
Tomás: Aww, shit. That sucks.
Angel: Hey Tomás I’ve been better. [Angel sighs]
It’s been way too long, and… everything’s just been a mess since the move. [hesitant] And Marco breaking things off with me…
Tomás: Look… I know things are rough right now. But hey, two things. First off Halloween’s coming up soon. And two if there's one thing I know? You’ll be okay.
Angel: [Angel's voice trembling.] I don’t know if I’ll ever feel okay again…
Tomás: [Tomás whispers.] But seriously. You’ve got to let yourself feel all this shit. Cry, scream, throw stuff—whatever you need to do. But don’t forget that you’re still you. You’re still worthy of love, even if it feels like everything’s falling apart.
Tomás: Hey, don’t cry. Because if you cry, then I’ll cry.
And we’re not about to have a sobfest on the front lawn.
Angel: Maybe… maybe you’re right. I just… wish I could fast-forward to the part where it doesn’t hurt anymore.
Tomás: You’ll get there, Angel. I promise. And until then, you’ve got me. And tomorrow, you’ll meet the gang. We’ll explore the town, get into some trouble. It'll feel a little more like home.
Angel: Thanks, Tomás. You’re my favorite cousin, you know that?