
Toy Soldier: The only raison d'être left in this world is imagination for a beautifully rendered past and present.
Raison d'être.
And yes.
ANGELA: Hey…I remember this feathered wing from somewhere. How did you get it?
YESTERDAY: Maybe I got it yesterday, I only know that I’m waiting for tomorrow.
ANGELA: What would tomorrow hold for me? Would I be able to become an angel tomorrow?
YESTERDAY: Maybe that angel exists in yesterday. [metro sounds] Goodnight, lonely angel. I will ask tomorrow on your behalf.