It looks like the toughest of life's challenges are finally behind her, but now Scarlett has to deal with the aftermath. Her childhood trauma is still weighing her down, and she's beginning to feel like she'll never be free of it.
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"My dearest Topanga, it's day fifty-eight of my Summer road trip across this great country of ours with my dear big brother, Eric, and his lovely he-wishes-she-was-his-girlfriend, Scarlett." Cory looks between the older two in the front seat of the car as Letty reaches over and rubs Eric's arm because he's getting incredibly irritated with his brother. "This may be the last entry in my travel log because one of my road buddies is becoming ornery."
Eric reaches into the backseat and snatches the recorder from his brother. "Hi, Topanga. I don't know why Cory thinks I'm ornery. I'm actually, you know, pretty happy now that I've got the tape recorder and I don't have to listen to Cory yammer on for two months and forty-eight states about life on the road. And speaking of the road, here it is now." He tosses the recorder out the open driver's window, and Letty nods.
"Tape recorder number seventeen." Cory continues. "The golden rays of the sunset remind me of the golden highlights in your beautiful hair."
"Part of me wants to think he's sweet, the other part wants to puke." Letty says, watching out the front windshield. "My entirety wants to hit him."
"You're insane!" Eric looks in the rearview mirror at his brother. "I mean, how is it that everything you see in this country reminds you of Topanga?" He questions.
"Oh, you exaggerate, Eric. I mean, I did not mention her once during our tour of the White House." Cory argues.
"Hm." He nods. "Topanga's got a desk just like Chelsea's."
"Well, I didn't say anything at the Kennedy Space Center."
"Topanga's favorite movie is Apollo 13."
"Mount Rushmore?"
"Will you look at the lips on Teddy Roosevelt?"
"I said that out loud?" Cory questions.
"You've Topanga-ed us to death, man!" He says as he glances back at him.
"You're tellin' me. I know more about Topanga than I know about myself." Letty shakes her head as she sinks into her seat. "And he was giving us crap when we left Philly. You two better not act all couple-y while we're on the road! I don't wanna watch you make out in forty-eight states!"
"It's only been twelve." Cory says from the backseat. "Are you two back together or something?"
"Shut up, Cory!" They both yell at him.
"Well, I, for one, had a delightful Summer, and there's a part of me that's sorry to see this trip end." He tells them.
"Well, this trip is far from ended." Eric tells him.
