INLAND EMPIRE - There is also a *fourth* thing you've lost. YOU - A... fourth thing? INLAND EMPIRE - More precious than the gun, the badge and the motor carriage *combined*. Lost forever. Into the deepest of seas.

REACTION SPEED - Wait. Did he just say *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre*? SUGGESTION - He did it! He said *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre* like it's the most natural thing in the world.

TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD -- FOR NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US.

YOU - “What are you -- the police -- doing here?” HORSE-FACED WOMAN - “I'm just looking out for…” EMPATHY - You?

SUGGESTION - Brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. I have no words for how I failed you.

YOU - “The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side.” (Tap on the tape recorder.)

That we continue to persist at all is a testament to our faith in one another.

JOYCE MESSIER - “Indeed. There is a term of endearment they coined for it. In the Dolorian century, when humanity was *high* on this world, discovering more and more of it -- these archipelagos included...” YOU - “What is it?” JOYCE MESSIER - “Elysium.”

PERCEPTION - A dog barks and a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice... SHIVERS - REVACHOL FOREVER.

YOU - Wait, the pale is human made? INSULINDIAN PHASMID - It is a nervous shadow cast into the world by you, eating away at reality. A great, unnatural territory. Its advent coincides with the arrival of the human mind.