 Well, what's this, Jerry? Could you be dreaming that you're walking in Central Park alone? There's not a breath of air. The leaves of the trees hang limp and motionless. It's too quiet to be real. Oh, Mason. Huh? What? Townley. Mr. Townley, you can't... Oh, yes, I can. Here, I want you to meet a friend of mine. Why, you're...