Guess what, I don't care!

Good luck finding food. I mean that sincerely. It seems to be pretty tough to come by.

There used to be a ton, but the ovens an stuff stopped working.  Yay us.

It’s flat, the colour is all wish-washy and I don’t see any hairspray or a box of dye around here so yes, to me it’s ‘that bad.

There has to be some dye around here somewhere.

We won’t let anything ‘appen to you.

Thanks Bert.

[He smiles and puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder] I know it may not seem like it, but most of us are on your side, Dean.

I haven't met any villains yet, so I guess I agree.

Maybe ‘e shouldn’t ‘ave done that. But I don’t think ‘e would ‘ave done it if it would ‘ave placed you in any danger. ‘e’s a good guy, Dean. ‘e wouldn’t do something like that if ‘e didn’t think it was safe.

[he looks down]  Yeah, I guess you're right.

You shouldn’t get too angry at ‘im, Dean. Remember, none of us ‘ave seen our ‘omes in years. And Eric probably ‘asn’t been sailin’ in a long time.

He didn't have to throw me off of the building!

Did you face your fear at least?

Barely.

That’s wonderful. [he chuckles] I’m doin’ quite wonderful as well. Although I ain’t too ‘appy ‘bout the water, since neither Andrew nor I are the best swimmer. ‘ow is Eric farin’?

I'm not too happy about the water either.  I'm terrified of water, but Eric made me walk off of the building earlier.  But other than that I'd say he's happy.

[Bert smiles and uses Andrew’s hand to wave back at Dean, while Andrew is aware the whole time] ‘Ello Dean, ‘ow are you today?

I'm wonderful, thanks for asking.  And how are you?

[he is sitting on one of the rooftops, and looks down into the water. However, instead of seeing his regular reflection, a cap is on his head, a red kerchief is tied around his neck, he is dressed in all black, and his face is covered with ash.] Woah!

[he looks down at the water, barely even surprised by seeing himself in Eric's clothes]  Hey, Bert.  [he waves at the reflection and laughs]

Belle..{Grace blinked hard,and suddenly, she smiled, turning to Dean.} Thank you for helping her.

It was my pleasure, Belle.

And she’s.. {Grace swallowed hard.} She’s….

Belle.

{Grace swallowed hard.} That’s not you either..

No, that's not Dean.  It's me.

Guess you should find a way- {Grace squeaked as she felt her body turning to face the water.She swallowed hard as she looked over the edge into the water, at her reflection.It was her.. but it also wasn’t.Her hair was in a ponytail,and she wore a blue dress with an apron.} That’s not me..

[he looks off the side, and in the reflection Dean's hair is slicked up smoothly and he's wearing a white puffed shirt]  Ah, memories.