Tyrone: You didn’t have to do all this. Tandy: I can’t take the credit. [Tyrone is startled] Tyrone: What the hell are you doing here? The last I saw you, you were calling me a “choir boy.” Tandy: Yeah, well, the last time I saw you, you were storming out my church like one. Sorry I got my harsh on. Tyrone: Seriously, what are you doing here? Tandy: I come bearing good news. Tyrone: What’s that? Tandy: I did it. I controlled it. I made it happen. Check it. [The white blade appears in her hand] Tyrone: Can you not?! Not here. Tandy: What... but here is interesting. Tyrone Johnson in his natural habitat. Hey, I don’t know if Betty or Veronica decorated your locker, but she’s in it to win it!
Tyrone: What are you doing at a Roxxon event? Tandy: Digging. Trying to find the mystery man at the center of everything. Tyrone: When you say “dig,” do you mean root around in people’s heads? Tandy: Why do you care? Tyrone: I’m here because of you. You’ve been experimenting. Alright, with your hope-y touchy thing. Tandy: Why? Why does that matter?! Tyrone: It matters because you checked too many books out of the library. You and I are connected, and because you’re using your s***, mine has been going haywire all night and it’s your fault.