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ALLISON:
Once upon a time,

there was a beautiful
young maiden named Sara

who lived in a castle
far, far away.

Every morning,
young Sara would awaken

and set about cooking
and cleaning

and taking care
of the whole castle,

and every night, she'd sit
by the castle window

and secretly dream
of someday returning home.

You see, her real home lay
at the far end of the kingdom

where friendly dragons
still roamed the earth

and rainbows appeared
whether it rained or not,

but deep in her heart,
young Sara knew

she would probably
never again see her real home,

for the evil ogre
who held her captive,

whose castle she cleaned,

whose food she made,

had vowed that if she
ever tried to escape...

( Sara screams )

...he, himself
would come after her.

And he swore that
no matter how fast she ran...

...or how well she hid,

he would find her...

and kill her.

( Sara screaming )

Mom?!

Mom!

And there was this dragon,
and this rainbow.

What's your day
look like?

Mom? Are you even
listening to me?

Just a second.

Once I drop the kids
off at school,

I'm heading
to work. Why?

I was just wondering
if you'd be

anywhere near the cleaners,
that's all.

-Drop off or pickup?
-Mom!

Pick up.

-I'm out of clean shirts.
-Mom!

What? What is it?

I'm trying
to tell you about...

I know-- your dream
and I'm listening.

No, you're not.

Yes. I am.

So can you do it, or should I?

I can do it.

Are you sure?

Because I'm totally out
of clean shirts.

Heard it. Got it.
No clean shirts.

Thank you.

You know, if you're
really worried about it,

maybe you should take
care of it yourself.

This is completely unfair!

I had her first, Dad!

No. In point of fact,
I did, or you

wouldn't be here.

You know, I would,

but the dry cleaners is totally

in the opposite direction
from my work, and it's right

on the way to yours.

Yeah, I know, that's why

I was thinking of changing jobs.

It's no trouble, I'll get them.

Thank you.

Okay. That's it.

I'm resigning from this family.

BRIDGETTE:
I had a dream, too.

It was about animals.

They were
eating people.

For fun.

Honey, okay,
there's no need to resign.

I'm all yours.

And that sounds
like a terrible dream, sweetie.

Mother, you are not listening
to me at all.

Yes, I am.

I am listening to you
and everybody else,

but what I'm really
worried about is

we're not going
to get out of here on time,

and if we don't get out
of here on time,

you're going
to miss your field trip

to the Native American Museum,

and we wouldn't want that,
would we?

-Fine.
-Don't forget

to let me sign
that permission slip.

I don't care.

I don't care about anything!

I care, Mom.

( grunts )

( squeals )

Hey, you. Hey!

Hey, it's a dream.

This is real life.

-Now let's go.
-BRIDGETTE: Oh.

Wow. Send that
to Ripley.

He wouldn't
believe it.

( grunts )

( children yelling
and laughing )

All ashore that's
going ashore.

Love you, Mom.

I love you,
wild thing.

Ariel?

( car door closing )

Why don't you believe me?

But I do believe you.

You had a dream.

But you're
awake now.

There's no castle,
there's no ogre.

So you're telling me
it doesn't mean anything.

I have no way
of knowing that.

It's just...

Most dreams...

Most dreams don't
mean anything.

Once in a great while,

certain people will
have a dream, and...

and then when they're awake,

they'll see things
in their life

that remind them
of their dream.

Has that ever happened to you?

Sure, once in a while, I'll...

I'll dream something, and...

it'll puzzle me.

And then I'll either realize
that it's nothing,

or I'll start seeing
things in my life

that tell me this is a
dream I shouldn't ignore.

This is a dream
that's important.

Really?

Really, but
it's very rare.

Now go.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, kitten.

( soft grunt )

Bye, baby.

Okay, gang, we're only
a couple of blocks

from the Native
American History Museum.

Now let's go
over the rules.

The most important
thing is

that everybody stay together.

Do not wander off

on your own.

ALLISON:
Once upon a time,

there was a beautiful
young maiden named Sara

who lived in a castle
far, far away.

All right, everybody, let's go.

Quickly and quietly.

Follow me.

Take everything
off the bus.

Do not leave your
possessions behind.

Come on.

Come on. Honey,
you're gonna

need that jacket.
It's still chilly.

Okay, let's
move out.

Damn!

DEVALOS: As soon as you can,
and I mean

first thing in
the morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Did they get you on the cell?

What? Who? I was
in the parking structure

and the elevator...

Call the school.

This is a dream
that I shouldn't ignore.

This is a dream
that's important.

Hey! Watch it!

ALLISON: But deep in her heart,
young Sara knew

she would probably
never again see her real home.

How come you're standing
on my property

and just staring
at my house?

This is your house?

How come you're
not in school?

How come you're
not in school?

I'm home-schooled.

My mom took me out
two years ago.

It sucks, and I hate it.

What's your excuse?

So why aren't you in school?

Uh, I'm, uh, looking
for somebody.

A... a girl.

What girl?

Uh, Sara.

I think that's what her name is.

Sara.

That's my sister's name.

I think I
have a-a...

MAN: We'll work
through it...

WOMAN: He's on
your side.

ALLISON: Okay, here...
here's her

most recent
school picture.

-Okay...
-I have another one.

Okay. I think we...

Oh. Oh, my God.

Are you
all right?

Did somebody hurt you?

Did somebody touch you?

Are you okay?

Nobody touched me,
nobody hurt me. I'm fine.

You're fine?

Where did you go?

Don't you ever
do that again.

Do you have any idea
how upset I was?

And Daddy was,
and Mrs. Lockhart?

And the principal?

( crying ):
I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

( sniffling )

I don't understand.

You told me that if I ever
saw something in my life

that reminded me
of my dream,

then it's probably a dream
that I shouldn't ignore.

That's the dragon.

That's him.

I saw him from the bus,

and I just knew I was supposed
to come back here.

Okay, I know.

I got it, okay?

But you know there's
a lot of reasons

why you could have
dreamt about this dragon.

Maybe you passed
this advertisement.

Maybe you saw it
in a magazine.

Maybe it got stuck
in your subconscious,

and that's why you
dreamt about it.

That can happen,
you know.

Okay.
Then what about the house?

What house?

See?

She lives here.

Lived here.

I'm confused.

I thought you said
that you were the girl

in the dream trapped
in the castle.

It was me, but...

it wasn't.

My name in the story was Sara.

And you're telling me that
the real Sara lives here?

This is her home?

That's what her brother said.

What else did
her brother say?

That she died two years ago,

and that I was mean
to ask him about her.

Oh, baby.

Mommy,

why am I dreaming
about a dead girl

that I don't even know?

So am I really grounded
for the rest of my life?

I don't know.

So you do understand

how ridiculously
dangerous it is

to trick your teachers
and your class and...

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Okay then.
All right.

So maybe we'll
reduce your sentence

by a couple of years or so.

I have to talk to
your father first.

So in the meantime,
let's get some rest.

I don't want go to sleep.

I'm afraid
of what I might dream.

You're in Mommy's bed.

Nothing bad can happen
in Mommy's bed.

Hey, honey.

That visitor

you were expecting is here.

Is everybody
else asleep?

Marie's in her crib

and Bridgette's
out like a light.

Okay.

You're not

going to leave me, are you?

Just for a
little while.

Then I'm going

to get into bed next to you

and we're going to dream
happy dreams together.

Love you.

Love you, too.

( indistinct talking )

You know I normally don't
make house calls, but...

Thank you so much
for doing this.

I really appreciate it.

Well, I heard the panic in
your voice when you called.

By the way,

I asked a friend to join us.

I hope you don't mind.

I got a video.
You got any popcorn?

JOE:
Oh, I remember this.

I saw this on the news.

After you called,
I ran a check

on every "Sara" between
the ages of eight and 12

reported missing or murdered

within 100 miles of here
in the last five years.

Once you subtract

the custody-nappings
and the false alarms,

the one case you're really
left with is Sara Crewson,

a case Detective Scanlon
here helped investigate.

SCANLON:
Halloween night,

two years ago,
Sara Crewson

is out
with a group of friends

trick or treating,
decides to go home early.

A man named, uh, Darrell Yellen,

convicted child molester,
grabbed her as she was

cutting through a convenience
store parking lot

two blocks
from her house.

The security camera's
got the whole thing.

Yeah, I remember this case.

DEVALOS: Cops caught him
two days later

on the run to Mexico.

He confessed
to raping and murdering Sara,

along with two other girls.

In exchange
for his confession,

and for telling the police
where to find the bodies,

we took the death penalty
off the table.

Yellen's serving a life sentence
in Springville.

I know, because I cut the deal.

Do you mind if I ask
what's all this about?

Why this sudden fascination
with young girls named "Sara"?

No, that's okay.

I just had a dream.

I'm not sure what it means,

or if it even means
anything at all.

( water splashing )

Your dream?

I didn't know
what else to say.

Well, for the record,

and nobody asked,

I hate this.

You hate what?

I hate that when my little girl
has a bad dream

I can't just give her
a hug and a piece of cake.

I have to expect visits
from the cops and the D.A.

What did you want me to do?

I had to see if there
was something to it.

Why?

Because she thinks

there's something to it.

Look, all over the world, kids
have dreams about the boogeyman,

and all over the world,
parents tell them

it's going to be okay
in the morning.

Well, our kids aren't
like other kids.

And I know you hate that, too.

I didn't say that.

It's just... God.

There's enough death
and darkness out there

waiting for her
when she's an adult.

She's ten, for
crying out loud.

It's one night.
It's one dream.

It could pass.
She's still young.

I give you my word.

I'm not putting her
in the middle of all this.

As far as everyone is concerned,
it's me, it's my dream.

So if we need to get the
District Attorney's office

and the police involved,

they'll think it's me.

Let them deal with me, okay?

( gasps )

What are you doing?

It's the middle of the night.

Do you want to wake everyone up?

You have the coolest house.

If I had this much
food in my house,

I would do nothing but eat

and watch TV
all day and all night.

I want to check out your room.

I want to check out
your clothes.

Wait, you can't go in there.

My sister's sleeping in there.

I want this,

and this and this.

Those are mine.

You can't have that.
You can't take that.

What gives you
the right?

What gives me the right?

I came to you,

I asked you for your help,

and you didn't do
anything.

That's what gives me
the right.

( choking )

( gasping )

You okay, sweetie?

Did you have another
bad dream?

I don't know.

She's mad, Mommy.

She's mad
that I haven't helped her.

Oh, she's not mad
at you, sweetie.

How could she be?

How do you know?

Well, it has to do

with the kind of dream
that you're having.

It's really just Sara
remembering something

that happened
when she was alive.

And she's trying
to tell you about it,

but she's telling you
in a kind of code.

What do you mean?

Like that dragon
was really that billboard.

And the castle is probably
just a house somewhere.

And I'm guessing
that the monster

was really this bad man
that I found out about

who took Sara
away from her family.

It's okay,
sweetie.

He's in prison.

He's locked up
where he can never hurt

anyone ever again.

Again?
What do you mean again?

Well, it's like
her brother told you.

Sara has passed on.

And where she is,
no one can hurt her.

Not any more.

No, I don't think
that's right, Mommy.

What do you mean? Why not?

Because I don't think
Sara is dead.

I think she's alive.

And she really wants my help.

ALLISON: So there's no question
in your mind that it was him?

Allison, he confessed.

What was this dream
you had anyway?

It's nothing,
I just...

I'm worried that this Crewson
girl might need our help.

Again, as part
of his confession,

Darrell Yellen told the police
where to find the bodies.

He took us
right to them.

It was all part of
the plea agreement.

Okay, you took him out there,
you found her, you...

You did find her, right?

Her clothes? Her bones?

Something?

Actually, we found
the partial remains

of his first two victims, um,

Mindy Atwater
and Elizabeth Cale.

But now that you mention it, no.

No physical remains of

the Crewson girl were ever
discovered.

It was the assumption
that an animal probably...

Oh, my God, she might still
be alive somewhere?

Hang on.

Let's think
about this for a minute.

Why would this man confess
to a crime he didn't commit?

I don't know, maybe someone
should ask him.

My name's Allison Dubois.

I'm with the District
Attorney's office.

I need to ask you
some questions

about Sara Crewson.

Do you remember Sara Crewson?

Of course.

Okay, so take me through it.

Um... you snatched her
on Halloween.

And then how long
until you killed her?

The next day.

They had that videotape of me
in the parking lot on the news.

I knew it was only
a matter of time, so...

I took her out to the desert.

And?

I killed her.

YELLEN:
That it?

We done?

Anything else?

That's plenty.

Thanks.

ALLISON: One night when the ogre
wasn't looking,

Sara made a break for it.

And just when she was certain
she was safe...

there he was.

( screams )

( screams )

( panting )

ALLISON:
I just don't believe

it happened the way
he said it did.

I just, I don't.

Why do you think he confessed?

Because he did it.

Because he wanted to live.

He made a deal.

Confessing meant life in prison
instead of death by injection.

( sighs )

I'm really struggling

with trying to understand
what your position is here.

Are you trying to tell me
that you think

this man confessed
to something he didn't do?

I sat with him yesterday.

I looked him in the eye.

And I'm here to tell you,
Sara Crewson is still alive.

She was abducted
over two years ago.

I don't care.

He gave her to someone.

He made a gift of her.

She's still out there.

He told you that?

No.
He told me what he told you.

He told me he killed her.

Okay, you and I have a history.

You tell me that
this girl is alive,

I'm tempted to believe you.

Where is she?
We'll go pick her up.

I don't know.

Then what is it
that you'd like me to do?

Assuming what you're
saying is true,

this little girl could
be anywhere in the world.

Darrell Yellen is already in
prison for the rest of his life.

How would you have me compel him
to tell us where she is...

assuming that he even knows?

Frankly, your theory doesn't
make much sense, Allison.

Think about it.

Let's say Sara was alive

and let's say he actually
did give her to someone.

Why didn't he share that with us
when he confessed?

I mean, he was trying
to make a deal.

Why didn't he use
her safe return

for a bargaining chip?

Instead of life without parole,

insist on the possibility
of parole in 50 years.

Something.

Or...

Or?

Or Darrell Yellen chose
not to use his trump card

because whoever he gave
that little girl to

was more important to him
than the dim possibility

of parole.
Allison...

I mean, think about it,

we find this important person,
we find Sara.

( cell phone rings )

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes. This is her mother.

I'll be right there.

I...

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize if you haven't
done something to be sorry for.

You want to tell me
what happened?

I was in the library,
and I fell asleep.

And I had another dream.

And I woke up screaming.

Oh.

Why did Sara choose me?

I mean, why is she
talking to me?

Maybe because she knew
that you would listen.

Hey, what you doing?

You were supposed to come
to bed an hour ago.

I know. I just...

keep thinking that the answer
is in here somewhere.

You know, this crime solving
thing is much harder

when it isn't you
having the dream.

Why is everyone awake?

Sweetie, did you have
another bad dream?

Mm-mm.

Good. I'm glad you're not
having those spooky dreams.

I'm not having the dreams

because I'm trying
to stay awake.

But, honey, that's why

you're falling asleep at school.

ARIEL:
Mommy?

Why do you have
a picture of the ogre?

What are you
talking about?

This man?
Is he the evil ogre?

( door opens )

( footsteps )

MAN:
Sara, it's Wednesday.

Come on.

I got to go.

Can't I stay out here?

I won't go anywhere, I promise.

You know Darrell's rules.

I can't go
till you're in there.

Can I take
the castle with me?

Can I play with the castle?

Sara, stop it!

No. It-It's dark in the closet.
You know that.

Now... and no,
this is my castle.

Oh...

D-Do you want candy?

I'll bring you candy?

( weepy ):
Thank you.

Henry Yellen is Darrell
Yellen's older brother.

When he was 18 months old,

he had a fever,
and no one noticed.

Went to his brain,
and he's been,

I don't know,
slow ever since,

but he's got no
criminal record.

And there is certainly
nothing to suggest

that he's a pedophile.

How'd he get that scar?

Ah. When they were kids,

the father went after Darrell
with a knife.

Henry wanted to protect
his younger brother

-and got between them.
-God.

Father went to prison,
died there two years later.

Darrell's pretty much taken
total responsibility for Henry

ever since their mother
passed away in '98.

So what are you saying?

You think that Darrell
gave Sara to his brother?

( Devalos scoffs )

You're the one who said
that whoever he gave her to

was even more important
than the possibility of parole.

Henry's his blood.
Henry saved his life.

And apparently he does need
a certain level of care.

Perhaps when Darrell

realized he was going to prison
for a long, long time,

he made arrangements

for someone else
to take care of Henry.

So what are we doing here?

Why aren't we out
looking for this guy?

To start with, we don't know
where to find him.

When their mother died,

Henry was the sole beneficiary,

and he's lived off
the life insurance ever since.

No credit cards.
No driver's license.

No property in his name.
No taxes filed.

Henry Yellen is untraceable.
He could be anywhere.

In fact, the only person

we know who's seen him...

is you...

in your dreams.

Is there anything
you can tell us to begin?

A place to start to look?

Actually, it-it's not my dream.

Excuse me?

It's someone else's dream.

What?

Well...

Well, then whoever
this someone is,

let's get them down here.

Maybe they can shed
some light on...

Oh, no, no. I don't think
I can do that.

Allison?

I'll have to get back to you.

( phone rings )

Gas 'N Go. Yeah?

I'll accept.

It's your call.

Darrell?

Hey.

Y-You didn't call last week.

Lost my phone privileges.

I waited two hours.

( chuckling ):
I ate four Slim Jims,

a-and I, uh, I won
$5 on the scratchers cards.

Henry.

You remember the present
I gave you,

before I went away?

Yeah, I love my present.

Yeah, well, you got
to get rid of it.

Wh...

Uh, Darrell, uh, no.
I...

What did I say when
I gave it to you?

What did I say, Henry?!

I said you might have to throw
it away sometime, didn't I?

You promised me you'd
do what I said.

I thought you
kept your promises.

I do keep my promises, but...

why?

People are asking
questions about it.

Bad people.

And they're gonna
come looking for it.

They can't come
and take my present.

Sure they can.

They'll take the present away,
and then they'll take you away.

And we don't want that.

So you got to get rid of it.

Darrell...

I-I'm gonna be
all by myself again.

I don't know
what to tell you, Henry.

You want to go to jail?

You'll have more company
than you can stand.

Does it have to be today?

'Cause I-I promised her
candy already.

( sighs )

Doesn't have to be today.

You could do it tomorrow.

But you have to do it.

Yeah, I'll do it tomorrow.

I'll keep my promise.

( footsteps retreating )

( door opens )

So, it's the woods.

So that must mean
something rural.

And there's a castle?

It's... like a toy castle.

It's a dream, so...

Well, I don't know
that there are

many toy castles
in rural Arizona.

Maybe it's an
amusement park

or a miniature
golf course.

We'll check.

( sighs ):
We know who the ogre is.

The blue and white house
is where Sara lived.

Is there anything else?

No, I don't think so.

You really think all this stuff
is going to save Sara?

We hope so.

Well, I've got
my homework.

Very nice

meeting you, Ariel.

I know it's way
past your bedtime.

I appreciate you
staying up for me.

Uh, don't worry,
I'll let myself out.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Night, Mommy.

Night, baby.

Is Daddy okay?

Why is he sitting
outside alone?

He's disappointed.

I made him a promise,
and I couldn't keep it,

and I-I feel very
badly about it.

But he'll forgive you
eventually, won't he?

( laughs ):
He always does.

This thing you
did tonight?

I am very proud of you

for trying to
help this girl.

But I also want
you to know...

having special dreams...

knowing things that
people are thinking...

Sometimes when
people grow up,

that goes away, and
that's okay, too, okay?

Okay.

-Love you.
-Good night, Mom.

I love you.

( sighs )

( door slides open )

He just left.

She was wonderful.

I think it's going
to be fine.

I really do.

And I believe
it could still

all go away-- the dreams,
the prescience.

I mean, what choice
did we have?

A little girl's life
might be at stake.

I know you're right.

I know we had
no choice.

It's just that two days
ago, she didn't know

there really
were monsters...

...grown men
who snatch

little girls
and keep 'em...

or kill 'em.

And now she does,
and I hate that.

Go on; I'll be
in in a minute.

ALLISON: Every morning,
young Sara would awaken

and set about cooking
and cleaning.

And every night, she'd sit
by the castle window

and secretly dream
of someday finding a gun

and blowing
her captor's brains out.

( gasping )

Springville? Why Springville?

Your daughter
said woods.

Woods means rural,
so as a matter of course, I got

the prison to check
Darrell's phone records.

Who's he calling?

Where do they live?

Pretty much every week, Darrell
uses his phone privilege to call

-this number in Springville.
-You're kidding.

Wouldn't happen to be the home
phone at some castle, would it?

( chuckles )

No such luck.

Good morning.

I'm Detective Scanlon

with the Phoenix
Police Department.

-Okay.
-I was wondering

if we could ask you
a few questions?

Okay.

You behind
this counter

most Wednesdays
between 3:00 and 4:00?

We're investigating
a series

of telephone calls that
you've been receiving

on a fairly
regular basis

from Springville
State Penitentiary.

Are the calls
for you?

Sir?

The calls come here,
but they aren't for me.

This fellow Henry comes in
every Wednesday,

waits for his brother
to call.

I accept the charges.

Then he pays me cash for
the calls at the end of month.

Henry Yellen.

I don't know
his last name.

He's got a...

That's our guy.

( sighs )

Has he ever come in
here with anyone else?

A little girl, maybe?

No, never seen a girl.
Just Henry.

You wouldn't happen to know
where he lives, would you?

No. I'm sorry.

He doesn't have
an account here?

You never delivered
groceries to his place

-or anything?
-No.

What if I get a warrant,
search your records?

Would that
change anything?

Incredible what a memory jogger
a warrant is, huh?

What?

Castle Road.

SARA:
Someone's coming.

Oh, my gosh,
someone's coming!

It's not a castle.

Well, it's the only house
on the road.

Don't let
'em see you!

Get away!

Coming to take my present.

Get in the closet.

No...

I don't want to
lose my present.

Now get in the closet.

Please don't make me.

( knocking )

SCANLON: Mr. Yellen,
I'm with the Phoenix Police.

If you're in there,
you want to open up, please?

Good morning, Officer.

I'll be right down.

Come on, hurry up
and get in the closet.

( crying )

( sighs )

Mr. Yellen,
we haven't got all day!

( whispering ):
Sara!

Shh! They're going to hear you.

SARA:
Then let me out!

I'll be quiet!
Just let me out!

SCANLON:
Mr. Yellen?

You promise
not to make a sound?

I promise.

I love my present.

I don't want to hurt
my present.

No sound.

No sound!

No noise.

SCANLON:
Mr. Yellen?

I'm coming!

Here I...
here I come!

( phone ringing )

-Hello?
-ARIEL: Hi, Mom.

Ariel?

I woke up this morning,
and you had already left.

I had to come out to the country
with Detective Scanlon.

What is it, baby?

I just... I had another dream.

Hello, Officer.

( door shuts )

Took me a minute

to, uh, tie my shoes.

You Henry Yellen?

Yeah, that's right.

Honey, I-I didn't get that.

What-what did you say
about your dream?

I said, "I had another dream".

We're investigating
the disappearance

of a little girl
named Sara Crewson.

ARIEL: It was another dream
where I was Sara.

SCANLON:
Do you have a problem

if we look
around your house?

Ariel, this is important.
Tell me, what happened?

I don't see
how I could do that, be...

Uh, I mean,
this is my house, and, uh,

I-I don't think I have
to let you in my house.

ARIEL: Well, I was sitting
in the Castle again,

and you were telling
the story...

I can go to my car, call
the local courthouse

and get a piece of paper that'll
make you let me in your house.

ARIEL:
Only this time...

Going to make me
do that, Henry?

HENRY:
That's not true.

Uh, this is my house,

-and you can't just come in
here. -What? Damn! I can't hear!

You can't just come
and take my present.

Mr. Yellen, I don't think
you're understanding me.

I'm going in there--
it's a matter of whether

you're going to be smiling
or frowning when I do.

Okay, Henry, I'm
going back to my car.

I'm going to
call the judge.

I had a gun, and I shot him.

A gun?!

( gunshot )

Mom?!

Mom?

Sara!

Put that gun down!

Mom?

ALLISON: Can you come
down here?!

Are you locked
up there?!

-I'm coming to get you!
-Ariel, I'm okay, I'm okay.

We need an ambulance
at Castle Road in Springville.

You did it! We got her!
She's okay!

Yeah.

( shrieks )

ARIEL:
Mom?

My present.

You'll take away
my present.

She's not a present.

-( door opens )
-ALLISON: I'm okay, I'm okay.

Okay. Bye.

Bye, baby, bye.

Here, sweetie.
It's okay, it's okay.

It's going to be okay.

Here. It's okay.
It's okay.

It's going to be okay.

Shh...

It's okay.

ARIEL ( whispering ):
Mom?

Mom?

Slept through the
night in my own room.

No dreams?

Just one.

Nothing much happened
in it, though.

It was just about
how I lived here

with you and Daddy

and Bridgette and Marie

and we all lived
happily ever after.

Wow, that sounds
like a fairy tale.

You still believe
in fairy tales?

Good. I'll tell Daddy.
It'll make him very happy.

Fee, fi, fo, fum...

( squealing )

I smell the blood
of a Dubois young'un.

What's going on here?!

( grunting )

( laughter )