Persephone: (gasps as braid slips out of hand)
Stranger: (groan) Oh... are you... are you death? "Death comes as a woman, shrouded in such beauty that one should weep, and wish nothing more than to be cradled in the peace of her arms." I never thought it would be so true. So, I'm dead, aren't I? The snow...
Stranger: The Summerlands look a little different than I thought they would... (blinking)
Persephone: Uh... you're not dead... uh.... hang on... don't go anywhere...Persephone: Thorne... I have to find Thorne and tell him he's gorgeous... er AWAKE! And tell him he's awake! Oh by the third God, Seph. Keep it together! THORNE!!!!