(wind howling) Long shot of figures fighting the gale...
Ginny (shouting): I dropped a paintbrush!
Kenna (pulls on Ginny's arm): Leave it! We won't need it where we're going!
(Someone falls into the snow)
Stewart: We lost someone!
Lee: We can't go back! Keep moving!
Matt: I can see the math building! Do you think it's true what we've heard? All the paper has lines on it already. And we don't have to put our work up on the wall for people to make fun of...
Lee: Yeah, where every question has one right answer.
Ginny: Are we really going where nothing's subjective?
Kenna: I can't imagine such a place...