Staine: (aside) Seeing the death of someone you love isn't easy. Why was I cursed with this ability?
Robert: Staine, you're still here? It's 5:30 man!
Staine: Yeah, I was getting some help on some of the math.
Robert: For 2 damn hours?
Staine: Well then I decided to go listen to the after school Jazz Band.
Robert: Dude, you should join with me! We can be the "two troubling trumpets"!
Staine: How suiting.
Robert: My brothers here, catch ya later man!
Staine: See ya.
Staine: (aside) The last vision I had my four year old sister was eating cheerios and choked. No one saw her in time and she died from suffocation.
Staine: Mom, I'm home.
(Mrs. Therian humming to some Elvis song)
Staine: Mom?
Mrs. Therian: Oh, hunny, you're home late...why's that?
Staine: Guitar club ran later than usual. Also, nice painting.
Mrs.Therian: Isn't it? Took me years to learn how to properly blend orange into blue.
Staine: There isn't a speck of brown. Impressive.
Mrs.Therian: I guess 15 years of being an artist payed off, huh.
