It's me, Alex. I'm the girlfriend Jessie threw away, the foodie journalist, possibly the girl who answered the door in Nice, but probably not. Right? I mean, it could have gone either way. I had one job - to get this, Katrin's final book, to the publishers, and I couldn't even do that right. Honestly, they're just across the street from our apartment. Do I feel bad? Probably. However, you need to know the real story. It's grittier, so probably...