We are here to help.

A Muslim woman in a black burka appears from a gray dust storm. A man in dusty business attire is leaning on her as they walk closer. The businessman appears to be in shock and his weight on her shoulders makes the woman lean forward.

Bernie Stein is standing on the edge of a yacht.

'Not you.'

The Muslim woman takes the business man's arm off her shoulder and puts his hand in Bernie's hand.

Muslim

'I'm here to help...it's the only reason we are here...'

She quickly walks back into the gray dust storm.

John wakes and focuses on a yellow wall with a small painting, framed in black and to a shelf with a menorah on it. He is lying on a couch. Across from him on the floor, Tayna and Melissa are sleeping under a blanket.

D. Patel is sipping Indian tea-John thinks as he reads a discarded wrapper.

David to John.

'He lives!'

John

'I had the wierdest dream. A Muslim woman was bringing a man onto Bernie's yacht.'

David

'A Muslim woman on Bernie's yacht....that is a dream. It would never happen. She'd be one of 'those people' to him.

John puts the palm of his hand on his forehead.

'...those people number in the 100's of millions.'

D. Patel

'It's never right to generalize.'

Tanya lifts her head off her pillow.

'We're talking politics...first thing on a Saturday morning.'

John tries to jump up but lays back down and holds his head.

'Saturday morning. Where's my cell. I've gotta call my Aunt.'

David

'I called her last night. She said she was glad you were out with young people. What do you usually hit up the senior citizen home of Seaside Heights New Jersey.'

John

'There isn't one. Thanks soo much David.'

David

'Your Aunt sounds nice.'

John

'Thank God it's Saturday. It would be really hard to write today. And I guess there's going to be a lot of work with Boston and all...'

David

'Wrong. Account Executives will try to keep us out of their accounts as much as they can. Then the New Year will start and people will forget how Bernie fired everyone in Boston and start asking for new creative. That's my prediction for 2001. What's yours?'

John

'...don't have any. Wonder what my dream means.'

David sits on the arm of John's couch.

'It means you are nuts.'

John

'Thanks a lot.'

David sarcastically pats John's shoulder.

'You are most welcome.'