- Frank Patrick: Never realized, that I was always searching for her. Like now. A stranger in a strange country. A stranger in my own story.
- Liz Archer: I strolled through the graves, touched by the variety of memories. One was dark black marble, the other one nothing but a small metal plate on a post. And one was the memory of a Frank. I imagined it was him.
- Radio presenter: Wake up, people. You're not dreaming. With soaring temps, you may encounter a mirage.
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