Danny: What’s that? Like the sound of a big wall falling over into the sea. Everything’s slipping out from under me. Can’t you feel it? Starting in slow, then hundreds of miles an hour. There’s a wind in my ears, a terrible rushing wind. Everything’s going past me like telegraph poles! Everything’s going backwards! Everything I’ve ever seen! Faster and faster, back to the day I was born! I could see it coming — the day I was born! I’m going to die.
Gillian ‘Gil’ Holroyd: Oh, Pye, Pye, Pyewacket. What’s the matter with me? Why do I feel this way? It’s such a rut. The same old thing day after day. Same old people. I know I’m feeling sorry for myself but it’s true. Why don’t you give me something for Christmas, Pye?
Gillian ‘Gil’ Holroyd: What would I like?
Gillian ‘Gil’ Holroyd: I’d like to do something different. I’d like to meet someone different.