Kyle: You have to send me back, please! Put me into a fucking coma if you have to - my life in there seems real and it's starting all over again, and its better, so much better...

Luxana: We can discuss this in my office. Put your street clothes back on and I promise to help you sort it all out.

Kyle: Alright, that makes sense. I'm usually not this emotional. Your hand feels so nice against my face. I guess I always half expect a slap at the end of a woman's arm.

Luxana: I'll give you some privacy now.