JOSEPH SLATER: (sitting quietly on his bed in his darkened room, shortly after midnight, staring straight ahead) ...a girl in a red dress... flowers in her hair. THOMAS NEWTON: Hmm. What kind of flowers? JOSEPH SLATER: Uh, I'm not sure. THOMAS NEWTON: Thank you, Mister Slater. It will come. (preparing medical tools) JOSEPH SLATER: Heather -- the flowers in her hair. The fl -- the flowers in her hair are heather. THIN MAN: (to Newton) Hold on. (to his tactical radio) Yeah? SMITH: (outside the facility, in to his radio) We've got activity.