[[The car drives towards a road crew]]

Louis: How are you seeing where to go

[[They pass the crew; cement flows from a mixer]]

Louis: If you are not knowing where you have been?

[[The road crew recedes in the distance]]

Sara: Back me up, Janice.
Sara: Don't you spend all day deriving everything from scratch?

Janice: It would take more than my life, just to get back to the present.
Janice: Math builds on the past, just like music.