And then you helped give it back. Here. Right now. [Elizabeth doesn't want to hear that someone is responsible for everything that happened to her. Back in Columbia, she had gone the path of revenge, wanted to kill Comstock herself. But it hadn't brought her closure, or joy. Only more questions. And life moved on.]

[She wants to move on, and keep going forward. Which is why these dreams that always seem so specific scare her so much. She always wonders what she's looking at.]

I'll get angry at you, I promise. For eating the ingredients I was planning for dinner, for hitting me in the face with a snowball, for running your wires down the hall... [She grins.]