Dominic holds the photo of Holden in the foreground, as Holden himself walks by in the background. They are clearly the same person. Holden is walking quickly, looking at the ground. He’s wearing a backpack and the same large headphones as in the photo, the cord to which disappears into the backpack.
Dom: Now way.
Dom: Hey! You! Kid! Wait! (A few of the people around probably turn their attention to Dom. This is, after all, not New York, and shouting in the street is not normal.)
Holden doesn't hear and keeps walking.
Dom follows Holden and grabs his shoulder
Dom: I said wait!
Holden: Ah!
Holden turns to confront his assailant and pulls the headphones down around his neck.
Holden: (angrily) What?
Dom: I just want to talk.
Holden: Who the hell are you?
Dom: My name’s Dominic. I’m…here to help you.
Holden: Well, thanks “Dominic,” but I think I’m alright.
Holden starts turning to go and begins to put his headphones back on.
Dom: You’re lying.
You know you need help, but you don’t know who to ask.
Holden: Wait a minute. You’re with that Gabriel freak aren’t you?
Dom: He’s a…friend of mine. I suppose. But listen-
Holden: No, you tell that weirdo I don’t want him anywhere near me. I’ll fucking call the cops.
Dom: Gabriel’s not a real people person, but there’s hardly any-
Holden: Just stay away!
Holden begins walking away.
Dom: You have magic powers.
Holden stops.
Holden: What?
Dom: Magic powers. Like…Harry Potter.
Holden: I hate that shit.
Dom: C’mon. Everybody likes Harry Potter.
Holden: You guys just keep getting weirder. First this guy tells me he’s an angel, now you’re telling me I have magic powers.
Dom: Actually, I don’t know that you do for sure. But it seems likely. Most do.
Holden: Most what?
Dom: Prophets. That’s what you are. You’re a prophet.
Holden: Right, and now you tell me I’ve gotta save the world or some shit. I don’t know who you are or what you want with me, but just leave me the fuck alone.
Dom: You don’t believe me?
Holden: No!
Dom: Then why do you want to believe me? Why does is seem so true if its all bullshit?
Holden: What the hell are you-
Dom: I’m very good at reading people. You’re scared to believe what I’m saying, but at the same time you want it to be true. You do need help, and you know I’m you’re best chance at getting it. You also think using a lot of tough language will make you seem more mature.
Holden: Fuck you!
Dom smirks. Holden smiles sheepishly, realizing Dom is right, at least about the language.
Dom: Let me buy you lunch. We’ll talk.
Holden: Okay. But somewhere public. I’m not getting into your van or anything.
Dom: Do I look like a pervert?
Holden gives Dom a look, as if to say “yes.”
Dom: Shut up.

New Scene. Dom and Holden sit in a restaurant.
Dom: You’re a prophet. Chosen by God. God exists, by the way.
Holden: What, you’ve seen him?
Dom: Sort of.
Dom lights a cigarette.
Dom: Sorry, I don’t mean to be cryptic. But it’s kind of hard to put into words.
Holden: But why? Why me?
Dom: Why anybody? Why do people get in car accidents? Why do people get cancer.
Holden: People get in car accidents cause they’re not looking where they’re going, and they get cancer because they smoke cigarettes.
Dom looks perplexed as to how to deal with this kid.
Holden: Can I have one of those? (refering to the cigarette)
Dom: How old are you?
Holden: What are you, my dad?
Dom hands him a cigarette.
Dom: What’s your name, by the way?
Holden: Holden.
Dom: Like-
Holden: Yes, like Catcher in the Rye. No, I haven’t read it.
Dom: You should. It’s good.