Tess:  You remember that man who lived around here about _ two _ , three - hundred years ag , got lost in a blizzardo
Monica: Yes . Yes , I do . I led ' i m to a cave .
Tess: He spent that winter ice - fishing and concocting stories to tell to his tribe when he got back home .
Monica: I remember . He told them later that it was the most wonderful season of his life . He said that he had met himself that year .
Tess: Hm ... People too busy to meet themselves anymore . Everybody 's faxing and modeming and onlining and imputing and downloading and overnighting ... You do n't like it ? Change the channel . Push the button . Escape . Delete . You know , you can say anything to anybody , anywhere in the world , in seconds . But it still takes as much time as it ever took to know a soul ... mend a broken heart , or ... give birth to a child . In this world of change , some things just do n't . And children like her - they get lost in the in - between .