Nadia: (To Sloane) Every Sunday at the orphanage in Santermo, they made us dress up in our finest clothes. They would have us stand in line four hours waiting to be chosen by families. I wouldn't do it. I'd make myself filthy and always frown. I didn't want to be chosen, because I knew I knew that somewhere my dad was looking for me, and one day he'd come to take me away from that place. If I had known it was you I was waiting for, I would have cleaned up.