Emma Rigby

Rebecca: "In my fever, I dreamt that we were man and wife. We had children... four!"
Rob Cole: "Did we roam around in a barber's car?"
Rebecca: "No, we lived in a great city. Where you built a Madraza!"
Rob Cole: "All by myself?"

Rebecca: I helped.

Rob Cole: "I already miss him."
Rebecca: "No. No one is dead. As long as we all remember them, his spirit will live on. But it is in your hands to keep it alive."
Rob Cole: "How can I do that?"
Rebecca: "Be a great physician."