In the Stewarts' home. Robbie Stewart and his friend Alexandra Pappas are listening to music in the living room.
Alexandra:	Robbie, this new Walkman is absolutely wonderful.
Robbie:	Richard and Marilyn bought it for me for my birthday.
Alexandra:	They're so thoughtful. You are very lucky, Robbie, to have such a nice family.
Robbie:	Is something wrong, Alexandra?
Alexandra:	No, nothing.
Robbie:	Yes, there is. I can tell. What's the matter? Come on, you can tell me. What's up?
Alexandra:	I don't know. Something's wrong.
Robbie:	OK, let's talk.
Alexandra:	I received a letter from my parents this morning.
Robbie:	Did they write some bad news?
Alexandra:	No.
Robbie:	Well, then why are you so sad?
Alexandra:	I miss them. I miss them very much.
Robbie:	I'm sorry, Alexandra. But I understand.
Alexandra:	The Molinas treat me so nicely, and I love being with your family so much ... but when I received the letter with photographs of my family, I cried. I cried because I miss them all.
Robbie:	You really miss your family, don't you?
Alexandra:	Yes. I know I must seem silly. It's not like I have nobody. I like the Molinas very much, and they're so kind to me.
Robbie:	Hey, why don't we go out for a cheeseburger and french fries? That'll cheer you up. And you can use my Walkman.
Alexandra:	That's a good idea. But if we go out, please don't complain about your math teacher or your math homework. I want to have fun.
Robbie:	So do I. [He begins to turn off the lights.] I have to turn off the lights, or else my father will get really angry. He says I never turn them out when I leave. If they come home and they're on ...  [He moves his index finger across his throat to show that his father will be angry.] [There is a sound at the patio door.]
Robbie:	Do you hear something?
Alexandra:	Yes. What was that?
Robbie:	It sounded like a dog barking.
Alexandra:	It sounded like a dog barking right here.
Robbie:	Yeah. [He opens the door. A dog is standing there.]
Alexandra:	A dog!
Robbie:	A springer spaniel! [to the dog] Come on in! Make yourself at home.
Alexandra:	Oh, you poor little thing. Come here.
Robbie:	Come on.
Alexandra:	Poor baby.
Robbie:	Where did you come from?
Alexandra:	[She looks at the dog's identification tag.] Her name's Gemma, and she belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Levinson. There's a phone number—555-8448. Robbie, maybe you should call them and tell the Levinsons we have their cute little spaniel.
Robbie:	I've always wanted a springer spaniel. She's so cute. [He goes to the telephone and dials the Levinsons' number.]
Operator:	The number you are calling—555-8448—is no longer in service.
Robbie:	[He hangs up the phone.] The number's no longer in service.
Alexandra:	[to the dog] Oh, you poor, poor baby. You've lost your family.
Robbie:	We'll find them. Don't worry, Alexandra.