Jones: Do you remember the first year underground? No windows, no sunshine; I lost all sense of time. I felt as though I was choking.
Foster: It was a coffin.
Jones: Yes exactly, and we would sneak upstairs and look at the stars. Casiopea, Andromeda; whole constellations untouched by disease, oblivious to our suffering. And I told Hannah no matter what will happen to us, the stars will remain and I promised her...
Foster: Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong.
Jones: My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Foster: Shakespeare; you see Kat it's not gone, it doesn't die. Those days we spent trapped underground surrounded by all those books. Human beings gone, but their voices were still with us; thriving. We had hope, they were better times.