Tripp: Can't you just go visit? Or can't your parents come here?
Wendy: It's not that simple. With my brother's death, the only thing that brings them comfort is having their only living child nearby.
Tripp: Selfishly, I don't want you to move.
Wendy: I haven't decided I will yet.
Tripp: But you haven't said you've decided against it.
Wendy: I haven't. I admit I feel a certain obligation to take care of my parents. But how can I leave the life I've made for myself here?