in my dream i was lost and rambling in a huge , though somehow vaguely familiar house , searching for the source of the sudden , incessant ringing . `` i do n't remember , but it might be . '' we would n't stop until we reached the old east gulf bridge . `` that , my dear , is where technology comes in . now he saw that his worry had been foolish . im assuming it involves a carving knife . if i 'd had any doubt that nick had done a switch , they were set to rest now . 