Touched by an Angel1994

Tess:
You remember that man who lived around here about two, three-hundred years ag, got lost in a blizzardo

Monica:
Yes. Yes, I do. I led 'im to a cave.

Tess:
He spent that winter ice-fishing and concocting stories to tell to his tribe when he got back home.

Monica:
I remember. He told them later that it was the most wonderful season of his life. He said that he had met himself that year.

Tess:
Hm... People too busy to meet themselves anymore. Everybody's faxing and modeming and onlining and imputing and downloading and overnighting... You don't like it? Change the channel. Push the button. Escape. Delete. You know, you can say anything to anybody, anywhere in the world, in seconds. But it still takes as much time as it ever took to know a soul... mend a broken heart, or... give birth to a child. In this world of change, some things just don't. And children like her - they get lost in the in-between.