Lena Pearce : Drive where ? Aiden Pearce : Anywhere. Lena Pearce : I don't want to go anywhere. I want to go to Pawnee. Aiden Pearce : OK. You're the boss. We'll go to Pawnee. Aiden Pearce : I'm sick of remembering her that way. It's never a dream of her tiny face pressing the window when she knows I was coming over. Or that wobbly little dance she did. It's always the same nightmare. Aiden Pearce : I need to get my mind off of things, lucky for me, this city's full of distractions...and they can't hide from me. Civilian (SMS) : Dude, what's the matter ? Civilian (SMS) : Don't get crazy. Calm down.