"You're from the other frigate, the one whose signal we found."
"Right. And my name's Tabitha. Tabitha Thrasher."
"Mine's Clive Lockwood."
"You haven't heard of me, have you?"
"Well, Clive, for some reason I feel like I should be talking with you, and it's not just because someone gave you the phone. I get the sense that it's important. I'll make it easier. I've got a song, called 'The Unnamed,' about a dream I once had, a premonition about the future. The song's kind of vague, but it really happened, and it's basically what made me become a rock star. Something tells me you've had a similar experience."
"Who put you up to this? Gabriel?"
"I have no idea who Gabriel is. Let's just be honest here."
"Clive. Mr. Lockwood, please, it's important to me."
"Do you have a real name, Tabitha?"
"Tabitha's authentic. Thrasher's stage. You can call Tab."
"Tabitha, however it happened, your instinct was right. I did have a dream, and I guess you might know what mine was about. You were in it, now that I think of it. I'm sorry if I've come off a little rudely. These are strange days."
"You're cool, Clive. Don't worry about it."
"Promise to sing me your song when we meet."
"I saw all of it. It hasn't been very clear, but I had a dream about all of it, many years ago. I know where we all end up. I knew exactly who would survive. I just didn't want to believe it. But the memories have been coming back."
"Forgive me for saying, but I believe it was a gift, Clive. You were granted a vision. Something told you exactly what would happen, and it wasn't so you could warn everyone. I think you were connected into it. It's pretty cool. I think that's why we're having this conversation. We understand each other better than we think."
"Forgive me for saying, but I never thought I would have anything in common with a rock star."
"And hey Clive, I was never much of a preacher's little girl."
"You're more like one than you think."
"Things are going to get better, aren't they?"
"I think they are."