James: Listen, Erin... something changed when I was standing at the end of that tunnel. Something shifted.
Erin: What tunnel?
James: You know, yesterday. The tunnel, the light, the voice, the brush with death.
Erin: Oh, aye, sorry. Go on.
James: What terrified me most was all the things I hadn't done.
Erin: Like a hot-air balloon.
James: What?
Erin: Well, I remember you always banging on about how much you wanted to go on a hot-air balloon, but I always thought that that was really...
James: Yeah, I looked into it, but it was so expensive.
Erin: Really? How much?
James: Could I just finish my point?
Erin: Fine.