Julia: How long have I been out there?Jack Harper: At least sixty years.
Earth, before the war. New York, before I was born. A place I've only seen pictures of. I know you... But we've never met. I'm with you... But I don't know your name. I know I'm dreaming. But it feels like more than that. It feels like a memory. How can that be?
Julia: Are we gonna die?Jack Harper: No!Jack Harper: Maybe!
I feel like a Jedi.