[Johnnie enjoying the breadsticks inspires her to grab one more for herself. She more or less picks at it, and winds up handing over the second half to him so he can finish it.]

Maybe there isn't any reason. I was thinking maybe we can go through time so easily because we're dead. But you know what? We haven't run into anyone else like us.

[Which has her wondering if maybe they're some kind of anomaly or something. It's probably better not to think about that, because her mind goes straight to the way they both died.]

We should try finding other people like us. There have to be some in a big city like Nashville.