Gretchen's heart nearly pounds right out of her chest at Sarah's little squeeze.

The credits scroll by. Key Grip. Best Boy. Personal Assistant to Ms. Jolie. Reluctantly, Gretchen slides her hand out of Sarah's just before the lights go up. The theater is mostly empty by now, but there are a few clumps of people laughing and talking excitedly about the movie.

"So." Gretchen gropes for a topic of conversation. "Did it make any sense without having seen the first two?"