Kyle: What the hell is that? Sarah: It's my son. Kyle: Your what? When were you pregnant? Sarah: It was... Kyle: No stop, you can explain it to me on the way. Nothing on this island surprises me anymore.
Julia: I need to go to the tree's location. There may be viable seeds or pieces of root left behind. Anne: I'm afraid that's not possible. Julia: I know it's a long shot, but I have to try. Anne: You misunderstand, I'd take you there if I could. Michael was the only one who knew its location. Julia: But this painting... Anne: Is nearly three hundred years old. It's a view from a hill near the abbey, but the tree is long gone.