Rita leans into his shoulder as she listens, closing her eyes as she reflects on his words. Her pulse quickens as he squeezes her hand.

"Sometimes I wish we wouldn't. Change, I mean. I wish we could stay like this forever..." She opens her eyes and stares down at their hands. "But... maybe you're right." They will change, one way or another. Rita can't deny how much she's changed in the past year. If her old self could see her now, would she even recognize her?

Slowly, she glances away, turning her head just enough to watch the other Rita through the corner of her eye. "Even if I throw away all my doubts now, I'll just end up with new doubts somewhere down the line... right?"