John WXR. We were that close to going out forever, Gina. But there was one man who taught us to fight, to storm the wire of the camps, to smash those metal m******* into junk. He turned it around. He brought us back from the brink. His name is WXR. John WXR. Your son, Gina... your unborn son.
I may have the wrong picture in mind... I don’t guess it’s the bridge between the past and present, a time travel picture about firemen. No, I don’t think it is.