Jack: It's A Boy... *Rolls Eyes* People May Be Mad About That...
Mark: *Shrugs*
Jack: I Hope He's Healthy...
Mark: Anyhow... *Walks Towards Anti And Dark* How Are You?
Dark: Good
Anti: I'm- *Stops Talking, Starts Moaning In Pain*
Mark: What's Wrong?
Jack: *Falls And Starts Groaning*
Dark: I Think The Children.... They're Coming.
Mark: *Begins To Call Ambulance*
Dark: *Kneels And Squeezes Anti's Hand* Shh... It's Okay...
Anti: *Pants While Being Lifted Into The Ambulance With Jack*
"It's Okay..."