Harold: Did Pinky say where he might be going?
Agnes: He seemed different. But maybe not different. But Morriseau.
Harlod: How's that?
Agnes: I don't know. It's like he's searching for something but can't see it. And when he stops it comes to him. It's like he's looking for something that's already there. It's either in front of him or behind him.
Harold: And what do you suppose it is?
Agnes: Life or death, I guess. Isn't that what it usually is? Like Charlotte's Web.