Yeah. [Whispered, but still M.J. That's what the dream said, that's what Peter said in this dream. While overlooking the city, from somewhere way up high, with the wind throwing... M.J.'s hair back over her shoulder in pale, red waves.]

That's what it said. M.J. And you were in it. You were showing her something, something beautiful and--

[Quentin stops himself, and he pulls his shirt down over his hands and pulls out the opal, showing it to Peter.]

You told me about her. In the church? When... when Eliot died. You told me about her. She seems nice.