I just can't wrap my head around it. I mean, Francie's been dead for two years, but I feel like I saw her a few days ago. And now that Will is in the witness protection, I can't even contact him. All my friends are just . . . gone.
[to Sloane] Personally I would have found it anti-climactic that after expecting to assemble a weapon of ultimate power you found a revelation you could have acquired from a fortune cookie.
If I'm to understand what you're saying, you have no idea where you've been for the last two years. . . . None? . . . Unbelievable! I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh, it's just . . . I'm speechless. Sydney, if Sloane had intended to abduct you, I wasn't privy to it.
No - let me finish. After you died, I used to talk to you, like you were still around, literally out loud. Whole conversations about nothing: the weather, should I get a new car? should I have another drink? Then one day you started answering. I mean I could hear you in my head, like you were right next to me Sydney. We all know rationally I was a guy who stayed up nights, drinking, talking to his dead girlfriend. Still, I couldn't stop. So before you tell me that you can handle my coming back to the CIA, there are two things you need to know. First, is that I was so in love with you - it nearly killed me. And second, I don't regret moving on with my life.