"This is a movie theater." James gestured dramatically at the grand, vast room before them.

Vigil eyes widened in disbelief, attempting to take everything in. An immense sea of red velvet seats was lined up in front of her, beautiful murals adorning the walls. A blank, white sheet was at the foot of the room.

Her view was interrupted by a hand waving in front of her face.

"Vigil? Do you want to take our seats now?" James grinned as she blinked in surprise.

Vigil nodded and he took her hand, leading her up a stairwell. They were suddenly on a balcony, overlooking the whole theater. They took the front row, James showing her how to sit on the strange folding seats.

"What is the movie called?" She asked, and James shushed her as the lights dimmed.

"It's called 'The Kid'." He whispered as a bright beam of light shone over the screen.

"What is it about?" She said back in the loud whisper.

"You have to watch the movie, curly." He laughed.

Vigil jabbed him in the arm. "Curly? Is that my new nickna—?"

Her interrogation was cut off when the movie came on. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched a ridiculous looking man and a young child having a silent conversation in a shabby room. Right in front of her eyes.

When she could find her voice, she whispered, "It— it's like they're there, but they aren't."

"Just watch," James replied.

The child started throwing stones at a bunch of windows, breaking them. Vigil, along with the rest of the theater, was soon bursting with laughter.

The funny-looking man and the child were soon being chased by a policeman, getting into hilarious fights and tangles. Tears of laughter were streaming down Vigil's face, her sides aching.

She turned to James, who had gone quiet. She noticed him looking at her, and he quickly returned his gaze to the screen. Vigil self-consciously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked back at the movie.

A policeman had driven up in a pickup automobile, and was strutting into the funny man's apartment. He and the policeman got into an argument, and then a fight, when suddenly the police started dragging the child away.

Vigil inhaled sharply as two other police held the funny man down and the screaming child was carried away. She didn't realize she had grabbed James' hand until he squeezed hers.

"Don't worry, Vigil," He leaned down and whispered. "Just keep watching."

She felt a hot tear slipping down her cheek as the sobbing boy was thrown into the automobile. It started hurtling away, the funny man soon running across the rooftops, chasing it down.

The scene ended when the man had caught up to the truck, saved the child. Vigil swallowed, her face wet with tears.

The movie ended and the lights flickered back on. She squinted against the brightness, quickly swiping tears from her eyes before James could see.

"And that is a movie," He said, standing up and stretching his legs.

Vigil laughed at herself and wiped at her nose. "I'm hopeless. Crying at a simple story."

James grinned and offered his hand. He pulled her up from the seat. "You wouldn't be the first. I'll reckon half the theater was sobbing their eyelashes out just now."

Vigil linked her arm through his. "Thank you, mister gardener."

"For what?"

"For this fantastic evening, of course," She said.

James raised his eyebrows. "Do you think we're done?"

Vigil shrugged. "Well, I—"

He led her outside, to the busy London street. "What else haven't you seen, miss Vanbric?"