Erica: If I could go back, I would not kiss Ethan.
It’s amazing, you know? You stand beneath a car: There’s always so much more going on
underneath than you’re aware of.
Dr. Tom: Why am I having the same fight with Erica that I used
to have with my daughter?
Friendship . . . two people choose each other
through some mysterious mix of alchemy and circumstance. On the surface, the reason for
our choice seems obvious: They share our interests, they make us laugh—but isn’t
there more to it than that? And do we ever really stop and wonder why this person and not
another?
Like twin phoenixes, we rise from the ashes—right?
Look at me. You went back there and you faced what happened, and now you have to face how
it made you feel. And that’s how you break the pattern.
Sent you back? No, Miss Strange, you don’t understand. You’ve been in a coma for two
weeks.