- Spencer: What are you writing, Sadie?
- Sadie: A letter.
- Andrew: To who?
- Sadie: To my mother.
- Spencer: Your mother?
- Sadie: [finishing writing] Yes. I try to write to her at least once a year. It's the only way...
- Spencer: You really think she's gonna get that? I mean, do you even think you're going to get a chance to send it? There is no more postal service, Sadie. I hate to break it to you, but the only way your mom is gonna get that letter is if you give it to her yourself when all of this is over.
- Sadie: My mother is dead. She died when I was 12. She didn't tell anyone; she was so stubborn like that. And then when she was gone it was... So I write to her. It's the only way... it's the only thing I have left.
