"Do you believe in angels?" "Not really." "Do you believe in reincarnation?" "Phew...you are making this really difficult, you know."
"You do remember hearing my voice in your head, and seeing my face, yes?" "As well as the angel's face and voice."
"The angel is my mother. Her name is Ariel...and you have known her for a very long time."
"What do you mean? I have never seen her in my life. Don't you think I would remember knowing an angel?"
"You did. But not now...wait, let me finish. Whether you believe it or not, you knew my mother a long time ago. You called yourself Maximilian van Lichtenstein, you were a pilot and the leader of a revolt...and you were very close with my mother...in the biblical way."
"What do you mean....me and your mother....Wait...you!...really? And you want me to believe all this?"
"I do."
"I don't know, girl...this all sounds so unreal. I mean, I have a daughter, she is hardly half your age. You could be my sister, for all I know. And then this story...look at me....a pilot, leading a revolt...only two days ago I was nothing more but an alcoholic. A nobody. And I just blew up my really, really last chance."
"I don't know what else to say...you are like my Obi-Wan...you're my only hope. What if I took you to my mother....would you believe me then?"
"I can't promise anything...but it would sure add to your story"