[pensively] That dream again... A crying girl, and the sound of a bell... why is it that every time I have that dream, my chest feels so warm? The answers must be there... within the Crystal Palace that appears in my dreams, time and time again.

[politely, then pensively] I'm sorry, but there's somewhere I need to be this evening. It might very well be my meeting with Destiny.

[reciting the Aeneid] In summer's heat on tops of lilies feed,
and creep within their bells, to suck the balmy seed:
The winged army roams the fields around;
the rivers and the rocks remurmur to the sound.

4. [shocked, thinking to himself] This vision! It's never been this vivid before! But why is it appearing to me right now? Just who are you?!