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+ [[Text boxes shaped like puzzle pieces.]]
+ Vincent (narrating): The reasons were always there,
+ Vincent (narrating): Like pieces of a puzzle.
+ Vincent (narrating): But I never saw the complete picture.

+ [[Young Turk Vincent reminisces about his time with Lucrecia.]]
+ Vincent (narrating): I was young and foolish,
+ Vincent (narrating): Only 27 at the time.
+ Vincent (narrating): I was moving up in the Turks, & I was sure you'd be at
my side when I reached the top.
+ Vincent (narrating): You must have known, though.  You were always dedicated
to your career before anything else.
+ Vincent (narrating): I must have infected you like a disease with my passion
& fervor.

+ [[A candle burns.]]
+ Vincent (narrating): And then it happened.

+ [[Silhouettes of Vincent and Lucrecia together in bed.  In the foreground,
a small picture of Lucrecia, obviously pregnant.]]
+ Vincent (narrating): 35 years of work, 35 years of a life dedicated to
science were blown away like a candle in a gale force wind.
+ Vincent (narrating): All for a single night of passion.  That was all you
ever let me have.  But it was enough.  No wonder you hated me.  Loved and
hated me, just as I loved and hated you.  Just as we loved and hated our son.

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