[ There's a long pause as Roy just stares at Mitchell for a very, very long moment. He blinks, dropping back against the pillows. ]

Let me get this straight. [ Slowly. He raises a hand, ticking off his fingers. ] One, you're telling me about the future. Two, people used the moving pictures to tell goddamned love stories you could've read from any book. Three, some idiot told a love story about a sinking ship. [ Yes, he knows Titanic. It was three years ago. ] Four, there's going to be more than one Great War.

[ He snorts, shaking his head, as if to say: And people want me to keep breathing. Then: ]

America. Los Angeles, to be exact. [ He almost smiles. All this talk about movies almost makes him feel nostalgic.

Almost. ]