"All right," said Johnny, grabbing the applesauce. "Let's go home."
"We're going to New Jersey," said Sarah.
"So, you're speaking again. But I haven't packed a thing."
"Neither did I," Sarah responded.
"Touche. You want me to get a car service?"
"No. We're walking."
Johnny was in no mood to argue logistics with an oracle. "All right then. There's a ferry at 38th Street."
Object: sensation