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Tia: -I think you should leave the Ring behind, Bob. Is that so hard?

-Are you trying to take my precious?

-There's no need to raise your voice, Bob.

-Well if I did, it's your fault! It's mine...

-I think you've had that ring quite long enough.

-What business is it of yours what I do with my own things! I knew it... You want it for yourself!

-BOB, SON OF SPADA! (Tia was raising her voice. The room suddenly turned dark.) I am not trying to rob you! (the room lightened again. She gently patted his shoulder) I'm trying to help you.

Bob looked horrified. Like he just woke up from a hangout and didn't remember what he has done:

-You're right, Tia. The ring must go to John.

He dropped the ring to the ground. Tia hugged him.

-It's late, the road is long.

-Yes, it is time.

Bob picked up his bag and his walking stick. Tia followed him to the front door. At there, he turned back to face her:

-I've thought of an ending for my book. '...and he lives happily ever after to the end of his days'.

-...and I'm sure you will, my dear friend.

-Goodbye, Tia.

-Goodbye. Bob. Until our next meeting.