Eugene:	Are you okay?
Rapunzel:	I'm terrified
Eugene:	Why?
Rapunzel:	I've been looking out a window for eighteen years. Dreaming about what am I feel like when those light rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dream it would be?
Eugene:	It will be
Rapunzel:	And what if it is? What do I do then?
Eugene:	Well, that's the good part I guess. You got to go find a new dream.