The candle gutters faintly in the breath of a sigh. The sigh comes from the man across from you.

"Lover," he says. "Lover, I don't know about this. I don't think we can stay together any longer."

You stare at him through the faint haze that surrounds the candle.

"I just…" He sighs. "I can't be with you anymore."

The restaurant is crowded and smells strongly of curry. You rub your forehead; the wailing of the traditional Indian music cuts through your eardrums. You take a deep breath. The man places his hand on yours.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

You stand up and walk to the bathroom.

Once there, if you begin crying in the stall, you go to section I.

If, on the other hand, you slip out of the restaurant and into the back alley, you go to section II.