[It's peaceful in this moment, in this dream. Prior's memories of the place can't quite be described the same way, which doesn't make him any less fond of it.]

Mine usually come back here, in the end. Or somewhere near it. This is the very zenith of morality. Ahead of us, Bethesda Fountain and her Angel. Behind, the sinful pleasures of New York City's number one cruising spot.

[He breathes it in a moment.]

Home.