Sara: Who the hell are you?
John: (With a Massachusetts accent) Just a memory.
Sara: Well, this is just a gun. How did you get in here?
John: I was dreaming... of my life.
Sara: Damn it, what is going on?
John: Fear is stronger than reason, Sara. It is a hopeless emotion that wil always fail you. (Sara stands, pointing her gun at him, he continues to look out the window)
Sara: Get down on the floor... and put your hands above your head.
John: Look at how bright this world can be. Even with eyes closed, it's blinding.
Sara: I could kill you.
John: I am already dead, Sara.