Forty years from now, ten years from now, tomorrow. We don't. Unless we open ourselves...

[With cups of coffee, Alex and Clear sit down at a Espresso shop corner table] Alex Browning: The mortician said that Death has a design. Okay. I'm talking about omens. How do we know that just by sitting here - by, by sipping this coffee, or breathing the air, or even crossing the intersection - that we haven't even started in motion the events that will some day lead to our death: forty years from now, ten years from now, tomorrow. We don't. Unless we open ourselves up... Alex Browning: [as Clear glances nervously at the intersection, Alex draws from his pocket the tiny slice of paper that reads "Tod" and slides it across the table to her] Alex Browning: ...to the signs that It's willing to show us? Clear Rivers: I don't understand. Did you see Tod die? Did it happen again, like on the plane? Alex Browning: [shaking his head] No. No, it didn't, but, I mean, it might as well have. This is a message from something, Clear, or someone - hinting at a design. Clear Rivers: Total bullshit. I mean, you can find death omens anywhere you want to. [Alex glances at the window of the Espresso shop and sees the ghostly reflection of a bus passing by. As she continues to talk, ominous music rises and Alex glances worriedly around the streets] Clear Rivers: Coffee. Starts with a C and ends with an E. So does the word "choke." So, what, we're going to choke to death? I wanna hear you. [Alex glances anxiously over his shoulder again] Clear Rivers: We'll go nuts if you start with this shit. Alex Browning: The mortician said that Death has a design. Right? Now, what if you, me, Tod, Carter, Terry, Billy, Ms. Lewton messed up that design. For whatever reason, I saw Death's plan. We cheated him. But what if it was our time? What if we were not meant to get off that plane? What if it still is our time? If it is, then it's not finished, and we will die - now, not later - unless, unless we find the patterns and cheat It again. [Behind Alex's back, Carter drives his car up to the intersection and waits for the light. Terry is sitting next to him. Carter glances over to see Alex and Clear; he scowls. Terry smiles at Carter, then sees them too, and her smile fades, as though fearful of a confrontation] Clear Rivers: After hearing you, I, I do believe... [Alex smiles] Clear Rivers: ...that Tod killed himself. [Alex's face turns serious]