Exit Wounds

OWEN: We never did get that date, did we, you and me? We sort of, er, missed each other. It was my fault. I didn't notice until it was too late. I'm sorry.
TOSH: Me too.
(Coolant Venting In Progress)
OWEN: It's starting.
TOSH: Owen
OWEN: It's all right. Really, Tosh. It's all right. Oh, God.
TOSH: Owen
(Whiteout)

Just a painted face on a trip down suicide row