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(doorbells jingle)

(indistinct conversations)

Now, tell me what happened.

(panting softly)

I, uh... I had a dream he was coming after me.

You were right; I do dream.

The thing is, I didn't realize the things I saw in my sleep

were actually happening.

Not until I went inside the Prescott house

and saw them all sitting there-- dead.

It's okay.

We're not going to let anything happen to you.

So these dreams-- did you see him?

Can you tell me anything about him?

I never see him.

Can't even really be sure he is a him.

Although, his hands look like man's hands.

And he's white.

I know he's white.

I only see what he sees.

I only see through his eyes.

You make it sound like it's been going on for a while.

Just since the accident.

Just before I turned 16.

I-I was with my parents.

We were coming back home from college night.

I was sleeping in the back,

so I didn't have a seat belt on.

So when the car slammed on its brakes in front of us,

I didn't even see anything.

They say I never woke up,

just got thrown through that window and onto the highway.

But I-I actually remember flying past my parents...

...kind of knowing I'd never see them again.

They told me in the hospital that that wasn't possible.

But I still remember it.

That's when the dreams started?

In the hospital, yeah.

Do you want to tell me about your dreams?

Okay, but, uh, could we get some food first?

At first, it was just woods-- walking through woods.

Feet.

Think it must have been near Flagstaff.

And then it was sitting in woods and waiting--

lots of waiting.

Mm.

And then...

(gunshot)

It was hard-- watching it die.

I love animals.

And then it got weirder.

He started draining the blood out of it.

At first, I didn't think much of it.

My dad used to hunt, so I knew all about bleeding your kill

to keep the meat.

It was the posing that creeped me out.

(camera shutter clicking)

He seemed to like taking pictures of it,

all shriveled up.

And then he started taking it places.

It's almost 6:00 in the morning.

You have to be exhausted.

I know I am.

So how does this work?

I can't go back out there.

I'm telling you, he knows who I am, and he wants to kill me.

You're not going to take me back to jail, are you?

Marie, honey, I need you to come out of there.

MARIE: No! I'm never coming out of here!

Not now, not ever!

Marie, ev-everybody has got to get to school.

Daddy has got a big meeting with the Department of Defense,

so I really need you to unlock this door!

No, I want Mommy!

Mommy is not here.

-Now... -Mommy!

Open this door, young lady!

BRIDGETTE: The problem is, you've messed with forces

no man should ever mess with.

She lost her tooth.

When she looked under her pillow

and saw that there wasn't any money there...

That's a big screwup.

She lost her tooth in the middle of the night?

Well... how am I supposed to get in there?

How am I supposed to even know?

Hey, you're the parent.

Just go in there and coax her out.

I'll sneak in, I'll slip a dollar under her pillow.

What?

I can't do that.

I'm a kid. That would make me a traitor.

-Oh... -Mom still not here?

No. I don't know what to tell you, Ariel.

She left in the middle of the night to do something for work.

I got a text-- I know she's okay,

but I have no idea when she's coming back.

Well, how am I supposed to get to school

-if I can't use her car? -I'm gonna take you.

I'm gonna take everybody.

As soon as I get Marie out of her room.

All right, fine.

Do you got a buck?

Here.

All right, I'm going in.

Marie, it's Bridge.

Open up or else I'm telling Mom

where you hide your dirty underwear.

Mm-hmm.

That was easy.

I'm here.

ARIEL: Finally.

I have to leave for school right now...

Joe, Ariel, say hi.

This is Jennifer.

Wow. Dumb Tooth Fairy

left a dollar under my pillow,

when it was supposed to be for...

Hey.

You're the girl in my dream who tried to kill herself.

-Are you serious about this? -She needs our help.

It'll probably just be a couple days.

If I understand everything you've told me,

this girl's being pursued by a serial killer--

a serial killer who targets families.

That's why I called my boss.

He's arranging to have a-a police car

posted outside of our house as long as

-Jennifer's here. -Oh, okay then.

Well, it'll just be like normal.

Allison, come on.

You haven't slept.

You're not thinking clearly.

This girl is a criminal.

She's an orphan.

She stole some food to eat.

Okay, be that as it may, there has to be another option.

Look, this-this is the only protective custody

I could get her to agree to.

I mean, think about it-- she doesn't have a home.

She doesn't want to go back to jail.

She's frightened.

Well, so are your children.

They dreamt about her killing herself.

You dreamt about her killing herself.

That is not something that I want my daughters around.

That is not something I want my daughters exposed to.

Now, can you guarantee me that she is stable?

Huh? Can you?

Can you guarantee me that one of our girls

isn't going to come home and find this kid

swinging from a rafter?

Your point is taken.

Listen, I promise you,

I will not let this girl out of my sight

as long as she is here, okay?

-I got to go. -Okay, look, I know, I know.

You have a big day.

An-And I know I haven't made it any easier.

Good luck.

(phones ringing in distance)

Well, she's as ready as she's ever going to be.

And you're sure she understands?

I'm not agreeing to anything up front,

but if she gives us something we can use,

I'll withdraw the breaking and entering charges.

I explained it all to her.

And she knows that if we sense that she's being

less than forthcoming, I reserve the right to refile?

Well, she's a little girl.

But she knows she's giving something to get something.

You two get some sleep?

Well, some.

Oh, thanks for sending the car.

JENNIFER: You have to understand--

up until I actually saw that family sitting in their TV room,

I just thought it was a picture-taking thing.

What do you mean?

When I would dream, it would be about their picture being taken.

He was just always taking pictures of them,

of their house.

(camera shutter clicking)

I never made the connection to the elk.

Then it was alarm systems.

I realize now he was trying to learn everything he could

about alarm systems.

And then one night, I was sleeping

under these high school bleachers, and I had a dream.

But this dream was different.

There was no camera, no lens to look through.

He seemed to get into the house.

(beep)

And I woke up, and I was so hungry,

and all my friend had found to eat

was someone else's garbage.

So I thought, let's just go over there, take a look.

So for you, this was just about helping yourself

to the contents of their kitchen.

Okay.

So what happened then?

And then I heard the TV.

ANNOUNCER: ...David Letterman!

So I went into the TV room, and I saw them.

(gasping)

(screams)

And what did you think?

I didn't know what to think.

I didn't know what they were.

I thought they were people, and I thought they were alive

or had once been alive.

I just...

I thought I needed to get out of there,

so I did.

And what about the second family?

What about them?

Did you dream about him taking pictures of them?

Yeah. And their house.

But I never saw an address, or I would have warned them;

I would've called someone.

You're sure about that?

But the night of the murders--

that night, you did see an address?

Yeah.

And you saw someone defeat the alarm system

and break in?

Yeah.

But you didn't call anyone then.

ALLISON: It's okay.

Just tell them the truth.

I didn't call anyone.

I just went over there hoping to find food.

And I got in there and the cops showed up,

so I hid in that closet.

DEVALOS: But in all the time

that you've been dreaming these dreams,

seeing things through this man's eyes,

you've... never seen his face?

Never seen his license plate,

his home address...?

If there's anything else you could give us...

He, uh, he didn't just take pictures.

He liked to draw, too.

Yeah. Uh, sometimes when I'm not doing anything...

I draw it, too.

I don't even think about it;

I just look down and it's there.

I don't know, Allison. (sighs)

Caucasian, takes pictures,

knows his way around an alarm system.

Oh, yeah, and loves clowns.

Not exactly The Da Vinci Code.

Lee, you tell me--

are we any further ahead than we were this morning?

This morning we had nothing.

Now at least we have next to nothing.

I guess this alarm thing's a good place to start.

If she's telling the truth.

If she's telling the truth.

What do you mean, "if she's telling the truth"?

Come on, Allison, she's basically a street kid.

Take it from me, they learn fast how to say what they need

to keep their head above water.

I'm sorry, you're wrong.

You're both wrong.

How can you be so sure?

Your dreams-- you've been dreaming them all your life,

haven't you?

Yeah. So?

Didn't you just tell me that this girl

just started dreaming?

Don't you find that awfully convenient?

Well, I-I'm sorry I can't explain it.

I don't know how to prove it.

But I can tell you, I believe her.

I believe that this girl has a direct line

to this guy's head.

Which means she's not gonna stop dreaming.

And he is not gonna stop doing what he is doing.

Which means, at some point in time,

she is probably gonna see something that's of value to us.

Well, I hope you're right.

In the meantime, this girl is in your home.

Be careful.

(chuckles)

Well, I'll-I'll tell my husband that you said that.

JOE: The paradox of aviation

is that you need enough fuel to power your aircraft

and provide lift for the manpower to fly it,

your payload and the weight of the fuel itself.

This is why it's long been a dream of aviators everywhere

to find a fuel that has little or no weight.

Colonel Reidy, ladies and gentlemen,

we believe we have come up with a breakthrough,

next-generation, synthetic fuel hybrid,

whose weight is one-eighth that of conventional fuels.

Now, the key to this...

this amazing breakthrough

is the ability to harness

the innate energy found in the latest synthetic polymers.

MAN: Which synthetic polymers?

Excuse me?

It's a simple question.

(chuckles softly)

Maybe I'll give you

the first letter, and you can try to guess.

Who is this man?

How did he get in here?

I'm a genius; I have clearance.

He's with me.

Joe, come on.

Starts with a "P,"

rhymes with "bismaleimides."

Keith.

Joey, baby, you can do this.

Keith, I need you to turn around and leave this room.

No, Dan.

This is a simple question.

Right?

If Joe would-would do his homework,

if Joe would have applied himself...

I want to know who this man is.

Who am I?

I am Thomas Edison.

I am Madame Curie.

I am Steve "The Man" Jobs!

And this is my Apple!

Th-This is my radium!

This is my lightbulb!

And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let

somebody else tell you about it!

(engine stops)

(seat belt clicks)

You know, if you'd rather I stay someplace else...

Whoa.

Why would you say that?

Why would you think that?

I'm just saying, I'm pretty self-sufficient.

I'd find a place to sleep.

Besides, I don't think that I impressed your friends too much.

It's not like I had a lot to offer.

And I think they had a hard time understanding

how I could go into that house,

see those dead people...

and steal their food.

I know that you have been through a lot in your life.

We all know that you have been through a lot

in your life.

Okay?

Hey.

Come on, let's get you some dinner, okay?

(quiet clatter)

(knocking)

Hey, are you in there?

JOE: No.

You okay?

I don't know, Al.

What can I do for you?

I'm just looking for my husband.

Okay, I lied; I'm in here.

Go back to bed.

What are you doing?

I just-- I can't sleep, and I can't wander around the house

'cause there's a stranger sleeping in the living room.

How many times do you want me to apologize for that?

I'm not asking you to apologize.

I'm just saying, I just-- I had the...

the most not-of-this-earth professional experience

of my life today, and... and it just keeps

running over and over again in my head.

-Just... -Okay. Come on, you're home now.

Come on, come on, come back to bed.

I'm trying to sleep, but I can't--

not without hearing that maniac

call from the back of the room that he's-he's Albert Einstein

or Niels Bohr or Nicolaus Copernicus

or whoever the hell he's claiming to be.

All right, take a deep breath.

I mean, he's-he's-he's full-blown crazy.

He's out of his mind.

That's the scary part.

You're standing in a room

with military guys and-and government guys,

and y-you're trying to get them to take a leap of faith

and-and invest in this thing

that doesn't really even exist yet,

and they want to believe.

And then this crazy guy shows up and says that he invented it,

and he did.

And then, all of a sudden, everybody in the room realizes

they're in league with a crazy man.

It's just not what I anticipated when I woke up this morning.

Shh...

Shh.

-It's okay. -(exhales heavily)

Shh.

You really think that this is gonna make a difference?

(whispers): Close your eyes.

Shh.

You may be on to something.

(sighs)

(child sobbing)

(continues sobbing)

MAN: You all right?

I saw you fall.

Ew, you licked it.

It's only blood.

You won't miss it.

Here, put that on it.

Press it.

It still hurts.

It stopped bleeding, but it still hurts.

That'll go away.

Here, for the tears.

Thank you.

That's a nice camera.

What are you taking a picture of?

People.

You.

Those folks over there.

They're your parents, right?

It's my little brother's birthday.

We're here for a picnic.

Nice balloon.

Well, you tell your little brother

happy birthday from me.

And who knows,

maybe I'll see you again sometime.

(gasps, pants)

What do you think?

JENNIFER: I don't know.

I mean, yeah, yeah, it looks like him.

It's just hard to tell.

I saw his face in a balloon.

It's just hard to say for sure.

But the essence is there, right?

The-The shaved head, the beard...?

-Yeah. -All right,

I'll get this distributed internally,

see if we can't narrow down who this guy is.

Uh... maybe...

we should mention the accent.

What accent? You never mentioned an accent.

Well, last night was the first time I ever heard him talk.

What kind of accent?

It was kind of Southern, kind of... weird.

Yeah, I'd say we should include that.

(door opens)

Joe. Good you're here.

Listen, would you, uh, mind joining us in here for a second,

Keith and I?

Please, Joe, take a seat.

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

What? Something you wanted to add?

Okay, we've got a situation here, gentlemen.

I had breakfast this morning

with our friends from the D.O.D.,

and I offered a formal apology to Colonel Reidy.

I explained to him that Keith here

was struggling with... several crises

in his personal life, that he showed up

yesterday, despite being ordered not to,

that he was under the influence

of intense antidepressants and antipsychotics.

Now, the colonel offered that he's had some experience

with family members who have been highly medicated,

and he offered us the opportunity to return.

With millions of dollars invested in research

and almost a hundred jobs at stake,

I, of course, accepted his offer.

So...

I need the two of you to work together,

to come up with a joint presentation,

one that you're both comfortable with.

Now, I've made it very clear to Keith here

that I really don't give a damn who came up with the science

that makes this fuel possible.

I own it.

So I want the two of you to go back in there and be

the lovebirds that I know you're both capable of being,

and I want you to sell it.

I want you to sell it like our lives depend on it.

Because frankly... they do.

With all due respect, I'd rather not.

With all due respect, I don't care.

Believe me, I'd send Keith back in there by himself

if I could, but the chance of him being seen

as anything other than a lunatic at this point

was completely destroyed yesterday.

He is a lunatic.

He's your lunatic.

Count me out.

Hey, Joe.

I'm not a lunatic.

(sighs)

I have a bipolar disorder.

Okay?

So...

usually I can keep it under control with medication.

Um, problem is,

the pills I take, they-they slow me down,

they-they dull my thinking.

And normally, that wouldn't be a problem--

you know, I'm pretty smart, even on medication.

But this-this light fuel thing just...

(sighs)

I knew that the only chance that I had of cracking it

was if I took myself off the meds.

-So I did. -Notwithstanding

my candor with them this morning, the D.O.D. is unaware

of the chronic nature of Keith's condition.

Believe me... they'd never continue to give him

the necessary security clearances if they were.

I need someone--

we... need someone to help us.

To help Keith...

put this over.

It would mean a great deal to me.

It would mean a great deal to the company.

As a matter of fact, I would like to draw up

a new contract for you this afternoon,

one that's more commensurate with your new level of...

responsibility.

So what do you say, Joe?

Whatcha gonna buy me?

(laughs)

That's not funny.

Come on, honey, it's a raise!

It's a promotion.

It's supposed to make you happy.

Hey, I'm happy about the money.

I just don't like the idea

of being paid to be this-this guy's chaperone.

Which is what I am.

Oh, come on, there's more to it than that.

Don't worry, okay?

I'm not gonna turn down the money.

I can't; not with a new mouth to feed around here.

Oh, you should have seen her today--

working with the police, spending time with people,

having lunch with everybody.

I mean, I actually started to see her

come out of herself a little bit.

(sighs)

Oh, well, that's nice, Allison.

Ah, please don't rain on my bad news about me

getting a job with the good news

about this girl that I... barely know.

That's, uh, that's impressive.

It's like listening to myself on tape.

Well, you didn't say anything.

You know, there's a limit to

what you can do for this girl, right?

And I'm worried that you're gonna be

bumping up against it really soon.

You know, she's getting healthier, Joe.

She is changing.

I can see it.

Well, y-you've had her for a few days;

the world's had her for 18 years.

Problems like hers don't just go away overnight.

And at the end of the day, it's not your job to fix them.

(sighs)

MAN (Southern accent): You're rushing. Don't rush.

I'm rushing 'cause my shift is over, Mr. Thigpen.

Your shift is over, too.

You're the only man I know

spends all day taking people's blood--

soon as you're off work, anytime you're able,

can't wait to give it.

I'd think you'd get enough of this 9:00 to 5:00 every day.

That's the difference between you and I.

I love blood.

Oh, it's just so remarkable.

Things it can do.

Think about it.

You put that needle in my arm

and that little bag down there fills up with my blood--

with a part of me--

who knows where it's gonna go?

Could be anywhere.

I could be anywhere.

* *

THIGPEN: It's extraordinary, really--

all the times I've donated.

You know, there are dozens of people out there

walking around with my blood,

with the essence of me inside them.

And I have records on all of them.

They know nothing about me.

But I make it my business

to know as much as I can about them.

Where they're living.

How the life I've made it possible

for them to continue is going.

For them, it's a completely anonymous transaction.

But for me...

it's so intimate.

I wonder if they ever think about where it came from.

(grunts softly)

No!

ALLISON: Hey, hey, you all right?

I've been waiting for you to wake up.

Hey, listen, listen, I think I figured it out.

I think I know why you dream the way that you do.

Jennifer?

(sniffles)

I had a dream, too.

He did it.

Allison, he killed that family, the one that I saw in the park.

(crying): They're all dead.

Shh, okay.

Hey, hey.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's all gonna be over soon.

No, it's not!

(sniffles)

He's never gonna stop what he's doing!

He is.

I know his name.

I think I know how he became a part of you.

And after tonight, I don't think

you're ever gonna be dreaming through his eyes again.

(sobbing softly)

Okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

(footsteps approaching)

I was right?

They're dead, aren't they?

(sighs)

The police just got there.

He killed them last night.

Posed them in their backyard.

It's all almost over, Jennifer.

We've got his name, we've got his face--

we're gonna catch him.

It's just a matter of time at this point.

Jennifer?

Do you think I could get it taken out?

I'm sorry, what-what's that?

The blood.

Maybe they could take it out.

Have you ever heard of anything like that,

an operation or something?

SCANLON: Allison.

Take a look at this.

This guy look familiar?

(gasps)

That's him.

Name's Jonathan Thigpen, he's had a couple

of different addresses registered with the DMV.

Most recent one's in an apartment in Glendale.

I'm gonna head over, and I'll call you, okay?

(sighs)

KEITH: You never accepted my apology.

That's all right; I don't blame you.

What do you want, Keith?

That girl from the Twilight movies.

But that's not gonna happen.

I think I need to be my own boss.

I think I need to live in a world--

professionally, I'm-I'm talking about--

where I have more control over the pressure.

I resigned this morning.

What?!

I resigned. Yeah.

I went and talked to Dan, shared my thinking.

He gets it.

I have to agree to some non-compete language,

but, uh, he's gonna spring me.

I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm happy for you, if that's what you want.

I told him to make you me.

Minus the medication, obviously.

I think you'd do a good job at running this place.

Are you sure?

I'm not Edison or Curie or Jobs.

I mentioned that to him.

He seemed to understand.

(door closes)

(cell phone ringtone playing)

Hi, Lee.

No, she's right here.

I brought her home so she could try to get some rest.

He's gone?

Well, it's just a matter of time.

Let's talk later.

He's gone, isn't he?

He got away.

Well, for now. But the police are gonna get him.

Maybe.

But I've been thinking about it.

Even if he does go to jail forever,

I still have his blood inside me.

What happens when I fall asleep?

Do I get to dream about the walls of his prison cell

for the next 50 years?

I don't know.

I mean, whenever I dream about something like this,

after they catch the person,

after the person is no longer a danger to anyone else,

the dreams stop.

That is what I'm hoping happens for you.

But I'm not really like you, remember?

I wasn't born with this.

I see these things

because I'm carrying

a little piece of this killer inside me.

That's not going to change when they arrest him.

And an hour later, they bring down a key.

Keith's office is my office.

Oh, honey!

I know, it's nice.

It's got windows and a couch.

They've already set up an appointment for me

to go back and pitch to the Department of Defense.

I got to tell you, I worry about Keith out there all by himself.

I don't think he quite realizes what he's in for.

I had $40 of babysitting money in there,

and then I got out of the shower and it's not there.

Are you sure you didn't put it somewhere else?

Positive. And why are you doing this?

Why are you protecting her? We all know who took it.

Hey, hey, hey, Ariel, come on.

We don't know anything yet.

Okay, fine.

I'lltalk to Jennifer about it.

Ariel.

Oh, wow, I didn't realize it was gonna be this easy.

She's gone.

Nice, huh?

Well, the cash we keep in here for emergencies is gone.

You better check your purse.

This... this doesn't make any sense.

It makes all the sense in the world.

You invited a thief into our house.

She stole from us.

That's what thieves do.

THIGPEN: Everybody all right?

Quite a ride, huh?

Hope you didn't get jostled too much.

(siren whoops)

OFFICER (over bullhorn): Sir, you want to turn around

slowly and show yourself, please?

Sorry to startle you, sir,

but you're going to need to move your vehicle.

This road is private property.

The owner called it in.

Oh, my goodness, I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Hey, no harm, no foul.

We're a little out of the way for someone like you.

You, uh, you got anything good in there?

I'm sure there's something there you're gonna want.

Why don't you take a look?

Ooh, what...

(officer grunting)

(gunshot, Jennifer gasping)

(washing machine buzzing)

Oh, my...

(gasping)

No more. No more.

No more.

(gagging, coughing)

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Rohrich, 2794.

Dr. Rohrich, 2794.

(monitor beeping, ventilator hissing)

Hi.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I didn't think you were going to be here till tonight.

Well, you've been here for, like, 13 hours,

so I thought maybe you could use a break.

Any news?

She's been like this all day.

She hasn't moved, she hasn't opened her eyes.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

That hers?

Yeah, it's her journal.

I've been reading it to see if maybe, uh,

she wrote about somebody who-who was in her life

before the accident--

somebody I should call, somebody who should be here.

And?

Mm. Okay.

You, go on.

Go home. Up, up.

Get some food.

Get a little rest.

Clean up.

I'm gonna be here till you're ready to come back, okay?

(sighs)

I don't understand.

A truck like that with a refrigeration unit?

I mean, how many of those are there?

How hard can that be to track down?

SCANLON (over phone): Yeah, well, according to the DMV,

Jonathan Thigpen isn't the registered owner

of any vehicle, let alone a truck.

Whatever vehicle you and Jennifer saw him in,

we have to assume it was either stolen or purchased illegally.

What about that policeman?

There must have been tire tracks nearby.

There were, but that still doesn't tell us

what the truck actually looks like.

You see the problem here, don't you?

(sighs)

(rain pattering)

Great, it's starting to rain.

Really? Not a cloud in the sky here.

I'm going to have to call you back.

(phone beeps)

(turn signal ticking)

(phone speed dials)

(line ringing)

SCANLON (over phone): Hey, long time, no speak.

Is it still raining where you are?

No, it's suddenly very clear.

And not just the weather.

(helicopter hovering)

(man panting, men shouting nearby)

Headed your way!

Visual!

(large dog barking)

Come on, close in! Close in!

-(siren wailing in distance) -Stay right there!

-Stay right where you are! -Freeze! Freeze!

-Get on the ground! -Don't move!

Put your hands on the back of your head!

Get down on the ground!

-Gun! -Drop the gun now!

Put the gun down!

(gunshot)

(gasps)

(monitor beeping steadily)

ALLISON: Hey.

(chuckles)

Welcome back.

You've been unconscious for a couple days.

Oh, it's so nice to see your eyes open.

That man, the... the one that we've been looking for...

I think he's dead.

I-I think that he shot himself.

Yeah, day before yesterday.

Looks like you're going to be fine, by the way.

I think this means that all of those bad dreams

you've been having--

ones that you've been seeing through his eyes--

they're over.

So any bad dreams you have from here on out,

they're your doing.

I stole from you.

You and your kids.

I know.

As soon as I get out of here, I...

I'll figure out a way to pay it all back.

I know that, too.

Hey, you know what?

First, we got to get you better.

Then, we got to get you in touch with some people

who know how to help you put your life back together.

Get your education going again, help you get a job,

so you're not living on the street.

Sorry.

I don't know who those people are.

I don't know how to do any of that.

Hey, I don't either.

But I have it from an unimpeachable source

that it is going to happen.

It's all going to work out.

You're going to be just fine.

What "unimpeachable source"?

Your mom.

She told me so many things.

But the most important was...

...she wanted you to know how sorry she was

to leave you all alone.

Sorry that you suddenly had to fend for yourself.

But more important...

...she wanted you to know that, in the moment

right before she died,

she saw you pass over her.

And she has been watching you ever since.

(sighs)

She will always be with you.

So live your life like it matters.

(sighs)