[Sir Malcolm talks to the imaginary dead Peter, dead Mina, and dead Gladys]
Peter : Did you imagine it? When you came across my emaciated corpse? Crawling with the creatures of the earth, flesh eaten hollow. Did you imagine my slow death? Feeling the bugs crawling over my face?
Mina Harker : Oh, Peter, my outrage takes pride of place. Our father left you to die from neglect and his lust for glory... but with me, he actually looked into my eyes and pulled the trigger. With my arms outstretched, defenseless before you.
Gladys Murray : Not many men can claim to have killed all their children.
Sir Malcolm Murray : [Mina laughs] You're not real! You are not here!
Mina Harker : We're here as long as you are.
Peter : You think you can forget us?