I don't know if he sent the dreams to everybody, or just...the ones he really wanted. I don't know, I never had the dreams, I belonged to him before I was even born.

[Some great cosmic force had decided, there'd never really been any choosing. Any illusions of it were just that, illusions. But it had been comforting, in a way, just knowing the path her life would take and where she'd end up.

More or less.]

Mmm, Harold was barely even a man. There's no way he was twenty one. And he was a sad, angry, cruel little asshole who hated women and decided everything was everyone else's fault and the world owed him. I'm pretty sure if the world hadn't ended he would have been a special breaking news report. And he never saw it coming. Everything he said, everything he did to me and he never saw it coming. He watched me shoot his best friend and he still never thought I'd turn on him.

[There's a surprising note of pride in Nadine's voice as she shares that particular bit.]