- Title Card: After great pain, a formal feeling comes - The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs - The stiff Heart question 'was it He, that bore,' And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before?'
- Title Card: The Feet, mechanical, go round - A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought - Regardless Grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone...
- Title Card: This is the Hour of Lead - Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow - First - Chill - then Stupor - then letting go -Emily Dickinson
- Sheriff Baker: The only advice I can give you is stay as calm as you can. Most of the time, these kids just wander away.