"So you mean I'm some saint that already was," asked Dahlia, "like St. Francis?"
"Yeah."
"Well, which one am I?"
"You tell me."
"I don't know!"
"Well, tell me a little about yourself."
"I was born in a trailer park in Poughkeepsie."
"No, Dahlia. Tell me about your other self."
"Um ... I was tied to something. Spikes in my back. It exploded."
"Is that how you died?"
"No. I wasn't hurt."
Now Johnny's eyes were getting wide. "Was it curved?"
She just looked at him.
"What you were tied to?" he continued.
"Yeah. I was arched back."
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"You're St. Catherine."
"Who?"
"St. Catherine. Of Alexandria."
"Who's that?"
"You know."
"No I don't. I don't know anything."
"You know everything."
"No I don't."
"You just don't know that you know."