- What might have been is an abstraction, remaining an eternal possibility only in the world of speculation. What might have been, and what has been, point to one end... Which is always present. Footsteps echo in the memory...
- Is the reward what I think it is?
- ... down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened.
- I don't understand.
- Somehow we are always here at this moment, you and I.
- No. Not always. Just now.
- You're wise.
- I'm not stupid.
- (Sighs) The Moon is a strange god.