- [first lines]
- Jonathan Coulton: [playing guitar on a cement bench] Once the end was coming / Now at last the end is here / Ella's dead but at least there's not / A space bug in her ear / Looks like Red is finally feeling better / Luke's all fired up and lean and mean
- [a pedestrian drops a dollar in Jonathan's cup. Jonathan stops, pulls the bill out of his coffee, gets up and walks to the brownstone, playing]
- Jonathan Coulton: Gareth's glad that Laurel said / She'll stay and see it through / She tells Rochelle and Gustav / That she knows just what to do / While they scheme the clock is ticking / Here in this fair brownstone / Where we lay our scene.
- [strumming continues as the camera moves in to the window]
- Laurel Healy: I know what their plan is, and I think I know how to stop it.
- Rochelle Daudier: Okay.
- Laurel Healy: 38 days. Their countdown clock said 38 days. I knew it sounded familiar.
- Gareth Ritter: War. 38 days to start war.
- Laurel Healy: No, the war was a distraction. The internment camps were a distraction: they were never for internment. They were hothouses.
- Rochelle Daudier: A distraction from what?
- Gareth Ritter: Shhh...
- [Gareth moves to the window, looks out]
- Gareth Ritter: Tsk. Oh God.
- [Gareth knocks on the window frame. Jonathan stops playing. Gareth gestures, and Jonathan leaves]
- Rochelle Daudier: A distraction from what?
- Laurel Healy: Cherry blossoms.