ER Doctor: And, to answer your question, there are two reasons why I'm looking at you like this. One because it seems in a few minutes you will officially be the only survivor of this train wreck, and two, because you didn't break one bone, you don't have a scratch on you.
Elijah Price: Why is it, do you think, that of all the professions in the world you chose protection?
David Dunn: You are a very strange man.
Elijah Price: You could have been a tax accountant. You could have owned your own gym. You could have opened a chain of restaurants. You could've done one of ten thousand things, but in the
end, you chose to protect people. *You* made that decision, and I find that very, very interesting. Now all I need is your credit card number.
[beat]
Elijah Price: That last part was a joke.
Elijah Price: [message on David's answering machine] David, it's Elijah. It was so obvious. It was this one issue that brought it back for me: Century Comics 117. That's where this group, the Coalition of Evil, tried to ascertain the weakness of every superhero because they all have one, just like you. Your bones don't break, mine do. That's clear. Your cells react to bacteria and
viruses differently than mine. You don't get sick, I do. That's also clear. But for some reason, you and I react the exact same way to water. We swallow it too fast, we choke. We get some in our lungs, we drown. However unreal it may seem, we are connected, you and I. We're on the same curve, just on opposite ends. The point of all this is now we know something we didn't. You have a weakness:
water. It's like your kryptonite. You hearing me, David?
Elijah Price: A 737 crashes on takeoff. 172 die, no survivors. A hotel fire downtown. 211 die, no survivors. An Eastrail train derails 7 1/2 miles outside the city. 131 die... one survivor. He is unharmed. I've spoken with your husband about his survival. I suggested a rather unbelievable possibility. Since then, I've come to believe that possibility - however unbelievable - is
now more a probability.
Audrey Dunn: And what was it you suggested?
Elijah Price: These are mediocre times, Mrs. Dunn. People are starting to lose hope. It's hard for many to believe there are extraordinary things inside themselves as well as others. I hope you can keep an open mind.
Elijah Price: [answering his phone] Hello?
David Dunn: I wasn't injured in that car accident.
Elijah Price: David.
David Dunn: I've never been injured, Elijah. What am I supposed to do?
Elijah Price: Go to where people are. You won't have to look very long. It's all right to be afraid,
David... because this part won't be like a comic book. Real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it.
Elijah Price: I've studied the form of comics intimately. I've spent a third of my life in a hospital bed... with nothing else to do but read. I believe comics are our last link... to an ancient way of passing on history. The Egyptians drew on walls. Countries all over the world still pass on knowledge through pictorial forms. I believe comics are a form of history... that someone
somewhere felt or experienced. Then of course those experiences and that history... got chewed up in the commercial machine, got jazzed up... made titillating, cartooned for the sale rack. This city has seen its share of disasters. I watched the aftermath of that plane crash. I watched the carnage of the hotel fire. I watched the news waiting to hear a very specific combination of words... but
they never came. Then one day I saw a news story about a train accident... and I heard them. "There is a sole survivor... and he is miraculously unharmed." I have something called Osteogenesis Imperfecta. It's a genetic disorder. I don't make a particular protein very well and it makes my bones very low in density... very easy to break. I've had 54 breaks in my life... and I have the tamest
version of this disorder, type one. There are type two, type three, type four. Type fours don't last very long. So that's how it popped into my head. If there is someone like me in the world... and I'm at one end of the spectrum... couldn't there be someone else... the opposite of me at the other end? Someone who doesn't get sick, who doesn't get hurt like the rest of us? And he probably doesn't
even know it. The kind of person these stories are about. A person put here to protect the rest of us. To guard us.