Doyle (about the dreams she used to have): I miss one of them. A guy comes up to me while I'm working in the saloon and asks me to marry him, and I say,
'Dear sir, I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though he's been gone for seven years
Still no man shall marry me.'
'What if he's died all in some battle slain?
Or if he's drowned in the deep salt sea?
What if he's found another love
And he and his new love both married be?'
'Then I wish them health and happiness
That burns across the sea.'
And he says, 'Weep no more my own true love
For I am your long lost love.'
I remember waking and thinking, 'If that never happens to me, I will cease to exist.'
Harper: That's beautiful.