[Jen and Kira are riding Landstriders.]
Jen: The prophecy never said anything about this.
Kira: Prophets don't know everything.
Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew.
Cynthia: Oh, Auntie.
Martin: Oh, no.
Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
Older James: I remember that winter because it had brought the heaviest snows I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long and in the morning I woke in a room filled with light and silence, the world seemed to be held in a dream-like stillness. It was a magical day. And it was on that day I made the snowman.