There’s a storm coming, Fran and you’ll be all alone in your house until it gets here. Every drop on your roof will remind you that there is no one to share the comfort with. How does it feel to know you’ll be alone with me? You remember our deal, Don’t you?
There’s a storm coming, Fran. You know they’ll never find out what’s wrong with you and even if they did they’re just going to make you sicker. The doctor just wants to lie to you. They’re just gonna pump you full of things that fix a problem and make a worse one.