Labels:text | screenshot | font | document OCR: "WHO, DAVID? WHY ARE WE HERE?" OLIVER'S TONE EMPHASIZED HIS EXCITEMENT WHICH WAS NOW HIGHER THAN THE BRIGHT RED-ORANGE FLAME TONGUES THAT LAPPED AT THE NIGHT SKY. OLIVER NEEDED SOME ANSWERS TOO, BUT DAVID WOULD HAVE TO HOLD OFF ON THE EXPLANATION OF HOW HE ACQUIRED THIS INFORMATION AS THAT WOULD ONLY UNDERMINE OLIVER'S TRUST IN HIM. DAVID DECIDED TO ANSWER THE SECOND QUESTION FIRST BECAUSE IT HAD THE SHORTEST EXPLANATION. IN DOING SO HE UNKNOWINGLY ANSWERED BOTH QUESTIONS. "I DON'T KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE EXCEPT TO HELP THE TRAVELER." "WHO THE HELL IS THIS "TRAVELER?"" OLIVER NOW YELLED INTO THE NIGHT VISIBLY UPSET. DAVID THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ONE LONG AND HARD BEFORE FINALLY ANSWERING, "I DON'T KNOW," HIS HAND STILL DRAWING THE UNSEEN PICTURE NOW BEGINNING TO TAKE FORM.
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