"What are you trying to tell me, Mi-... Rebecca? I get it, all I have is my own memories to run on, for better or worse, and they're fallible. So what is it you know and I don't that would justify all this?"
"We aren't making these decisions, Jon. We are making repairs. We receive instructions and execute them. We were called to this town quite recently to do this job."
Jon looked at her with suspicion. "How recently?"
She told him. It coincided with the day he got the package from his grandfather. "We're not making judgements...we are putting things back correctly."
