- Was it the holidays?
- Uh, it wasn't that.
- Well, then why'd you decide to come in tonight?
- Um...
I'm trying to fix my mind.
- Howard is a brilliant man.
And he's not just a boss, he's a friend.
He lost his child, and now he doesn't care if he loses everything else.
- This might be the strangest thing I have ever come across.
He writes letters.
- Who are they to?
- Howard doesn't write letters to people. He writes to things.
Time. Love. Death.
- Kids write letters to Santa Claus. It doesn't mean they're crazy.
- No, this is therapeutic.
- You're gonna think I'm crazy, but I'm having conversations.
Death came first. She met me in the dog park.
- Charmed, I'm sure.
- So Death is a her.
- Turns out Death is an elderly white woman.
- Remember me? I'm Time.
You wrote me because you need me.
- Howard...
- Ask her. Go ahead. Ask her if she can see me.
- He was sitting right here.
- And he just appeared, right?
- I'm Love.
And I'm the fabric of life.
- Something's starting to happen to you.
- Howard?
- I don't know what to do to bring you back.
- What if Love, Death, and Time are trying to help you?
- You need to talk to them, Howard.
Challenge them. Just engage.
♫ I'll hit the lights and you lock the doors
- Love is the reason for everything.
- I felt you everyday when she laughed.
And you broke my heart.
- I was there in her laugh, but I'm also here now in your pain.
- He's reaching out to the cosmos for answers.
- Just be sure to notice the collateral beauty.
Its the profound connection to everything.
- If he accepts that, maybe he gets to find his life again.
- You're not here to take me, are you?
- No, Howard. I'm here to ride the F train with you.
♫ Let's love tonight