Gabi: God knows I tried to get over it, and I probably thought about it 100 times. It wasn't really you who sent me to prison. It wasn't really you who kept me away from my baby for months. No! It was your sick, twisted alters, right? Because poor, sweet, innocent Abigail, she would never hurt me. She would never want to ruin my life.
Abigail: I didn't! You know that I didn't! I loved you, and when I heard you were in prison, I was absolutely heartsick, and it was all I could think about for months.
Gabi: Oh, so you were thinking about me.
Abigail: Just about how much I wanted you out of prison.
Gabi: If wishes were horses? Wait, what's the rest of that? Beggars would ride? Yeah, I love that proverb, it kind of sums everything up.
Abigail: I'm not the reason you are suffering.
Gabi: No, no, you're right. It was your alters. Those alters! Oh my God. Imagine! Imagine, Abigail, if we all had an alter, what would that be like? We could cheat, lie, steal, murder, and blame it all on innocence. Oh no, please don't hurt me, it was my alter!
Abigail: It wasn't me.
Gabi: You keep saying that, except the person who killed Andre and sent me to prison looks just like you. Same features, same height, same wimpy little voice. Oh, what, you put on a black wig? Let me tell you, that wig, it's not very good for your complexion.
Abigail: You need to leave.
Gabi: That was a pretty rough time, especially for my daughter. My five-year-old daughter... did you know she thought I abandoned her> She hated me. You know what's like? No, you don't know. But I guess you're gonna find out.