Jack was ambitious, but he wasn't always the sharpest tool in the shed.

You'd met him in Anzio, patching up one of his buddies that he'd dragged into your medical tent. Lovestruck in the midst of bloodshed. Should have been a sign.

After you were both shipped home, he'd somehow convinced you to move to Hollywood with him. California. It seemed like heaven at the time.

You slipped into a hospital job easily, and despite the long shifts and unfortunate salary, you were happy. Happy with Jack, reluctantly happy to support both of you while he chased his dreams.

But slowly, he started to drift. He wasn't breaking onto the scene, and he was out long hours, to the point that you were home before he was and left after him.

And then he did break. Big. Co-star of a picture produced by Ace Studios. He'd talk about this girl named Claire when he was home. You knew that wasn't the name of the girl starring opposite him.

Alone, you stayed at the apartment, your shifts and his actions both wearing you down quickly.

He got home late again, hardly giving you a passing glance before going to the kitchen. "We shot- gosh, they built this whole set, it looks exactly like the Hollywood sign! Well just the H, anyway, but..."

You weren't sure if he was talking to you or to himself.