“Not even you can reach me here, Carmen thought.”

“Why do you even want to be here with me? You can barely stand to look at me for the most part, let alone be around me. I'm doing you a favor here, Nathan. I'm freeing you of me.""Wait...Stay.""No.""I'm not asking.""I thought we were done.""We'll never be done.”

“Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.”

“Perhaps you can feel if you can't hear. Perhaps kind thoughts reach people somehow, even through windows and doors and walls. Perhaps you feel a little warm and comforted.”

“...my thoughts reach out like prayers to you - and if you are quiet, you can hear...”

“How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them. Carmen knew this vicious predicament as well as anyone in the world. How bitter it felt when you acted badly to everyone and ended up hating yourself the most.”