Secret Beyond the Door...

Celia Lamphere:
Long ago I read a book that told the meaning of dreams. It said that if a girl dreams of a boat or a ship she will reach a safe harbor, but if she dreams of daffodils she is in great danger. But this is no time for me to think of danger. This is my wedding day.

Mark Lamphere:
Twentieth-century sleeping beauty. Wealthy, American girl who's lived her life wrapped in cotton wool, but she wants to wake up. Maybe she can.

Mark Lamphere:
There's something in your face that I saw once before in South Dakota. Wheat country. Cyclone weather. Just before the cyclone, the air has a stillness. A flat, gold, shimmering stillness. You have it in your face - the same hush before the storm and when you smile it's like the first breath of wind bending down the wheat.

Celia Lamphere:
Suddenly I'm afraid. I'm marrying a stranger, a man I don't know at all.

Mark Lamphere:
That night, you killed the root of the evil in me, but I still have a long way to go.

Celia Lamphere:
We have a long way to go!