Mary Alice: Lynette Scavo had a dream that night. It was one she had many times before.

Lynette: Hey! Mary Alice, are you okay?

Mary Alice: Yes, thank you. I’m fine.

Lynette: Okay! I’ll see you later!

Mary Alice: But this night, something changed.

Lynette: No, you’re not. I can tell. Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me save you.

Mary Alice: You can’t.

Lynette: Why not?

Mary Alice: Sweetie, we can’t prevent what we can’t predict.

Lynette: Isn’t there anything I could do?

Mary Alice: Yes. You can enjoy this beautiful day. We get so few of them.

Mary Alice: This was the last time Lynette would ever dream of me. And for her sake, I’m grateful.