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Major Adams!

Major, Hawks is hit. I'm going out there.

You stay where you are.

Stay right here and get busy with that rifle.

Major Adams, I'm hit!

You couldn't do anything to me even if you wanted.

I'm going after him!

Major!!!

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We had fought the snow, the mud and the high mountains.

Now, as we moved into the arid wastelands of Arizona,

the heat was almost a relief.

Charlie pulled the train up as usual

at this point of our trip.

Some folks aboard would be asking why we were stopping.

I'd never given it much thought one way or the other.

It was always Bill Hawks who brought my horse up.

He and Chuck had gone through the motions

so many times before.

There was nothing to say, and they didn't try.

They knew I wouldn't be gone long...

Just long enough to sit with someone

who had been so close to me.

I'd often thought how much these few moment meant to me.

I guess he never will forget.

Nah, I suppose not. Some people never do.

You're right.

Where's the Major?

He'll be back in a couple of hours.

Where'd he go?

Back in his life a couple of years, I think.

Desert country like this can be the most peaceful,

or the loneliest,

depending on the reason for your being here.

It's mostly dry and barren,

with the sun beating hot on your face.

It's a hard country, hard on man and beast.

But there's a proud stubbornness about this desert country,

the people who live in it

and the plants and life that survive on it.

It's almost as though they were defying nature

to take away their right to live.

But I guess it's like Charlie says:

When your time runs out the hands of the clock stop,

and no amount of begging, pleading, or praying

starts them up again.

Nobody knows when or why,

but sooner or later, time gets to us all.

It takes us, wrapping us in its arms,

and carries us off,

leaving behind only the memories we create

in the hearts of others.

The memories stay with you, they take you back in time,

in my case to an earlier wagon train crossing that I was leading,

and to a stagecoach headed West,

bearing Rainie Webster.

Mrs. Webster,

I'm wondering what a lovely young woman like you

would be doing traveling out here so far away.

Mighty long ways from Pennsylvania.

I lost my husband during the war.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm like a lot of people these days... restless.

You see, my brother-in-law made arrangements for me

to join a wagon train going West.

Oh. Well, in that case,

we'll undoubtedly be seeing a good deal of each other.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Right this way, folks.

We've got a good, hot meal

all waiting for you.

Since that road is as dusty as it is long,

I think Mrs. Webster here would appreciate a chance

to freshen up a bit. I certainly would.

Wendoka, here.

Show the young lady where to wash.

Hands.

Face.

Wash.

Wash.

How much time do we have?

Just time to eat and change horses, ma'am.

Of course, uh,

with the young ladies aboard,

you may be held up a spell.

We don't get a chance to see pretty things like that around here.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Just take this table here, will you, sir?

Thank you, that's fine.

You all right, Mrs. Webster?

Yes, I'm fine.

I guess I'm just feeling the dust, that's all.

I wish you'd try and eat a little more.

A person should keep up their strength on a trip like this.

I'll be all right, Colonel.

I see our traveling companions

haven't lost their appetites.

Mrs. Webster...

well, while I have this opportunity,

may I just say how glad I am

that we're riding the same stage together?

You've made an otherwise tedious trip

a most enjoyable one.

Thank you, Colonel.

It's nice of you to say that.

It's only the truth, ma'am.

MAN: Folks, stage ready for boarding!

Well, as they say, no rest for the wicked.

Nor the weary.

Something to see, isn't it?

It certainly is.

Back in Pennsylvania one gets thinking

the world just isn't large enough anymore.

It's a pleasant change.

You'd have liked my home, then. Kentucky.

Just like out there, only green...

so green that it'll strain your eyes on a clear day.

Well, right now,

I'd welcome a little eye strain of that kind.

Have you ever seen so much wasteland?

Yes, but it won't always be that way.

Someday it'll be fertile, prosperous,

making money for men...

The right kind of men, that is.

It's a big job, but it'll be done.

Take my word for that.

DRIVER: Stage pulling in in a few minutes!

Hmm.

Those are the most welcome words I've heard in days.

I hear there's a pair of dancing girls from Abilene

on that stage, boys.

Let's drink up and give 'em a welcome!

Cowboys'll drink this town dry, Major.

Oh, a little wettin' down won't do 'em any harm.

They'll dry out long before we hit the next town.

Ah, sit down, sit down.

That boy's liable to mop up the floor with you.

Pullin' in in a few minutes!

Where you goin', Charlie? You heard the man.

Dancing girls all the way from Abilene!

The door's that way. I know that.

How about another drink, Pete?

Haven't you had enough?

Is there enough? Ha ha!

Charlie, you know, if those dancing girls

ever get a look at that face of yours,

they're liable to get right back on that stage and go home.

We got a couple of passengers coming on that stage...

Maybe we ought to go welcome them, huh?

Yeah. Come on, let's go.

Here we are.

You'll have to forgive the boys, honey,

must have been they didn't see you.

Keep your hands to yourself!

Looks to me like you're pretty quick with that gun, mister.

You the law here, sir?

If I was, you can bet your bottom dollar

I wouldn't be just standing here.

He went for his gun. There was nothing else I could do.

One shot'll usually stop a man.

Sometimes he'll live to tell about it.

But that wasn't your idea, was it?

Mister, I don't intend to vindicate my actions to you or anyone else!

I shot this man in self-defense!

As far as I'm concerned, that's good enough.

Hold on a minute.

Your name Hillery?

I'm Colonel Hillery, yes, sir.

I'm Seth Adams.

Oh.

You got my letter, then, about joining your wagon train?

I got it, all right.

Oh, may I present Mrs. Webster?

Mrs. We...

Seth?

Mrs. Webster, I'll get your luggage

and if you wish, I'll see you to the hotel.

Thank you, but...

Major Adams and I haven't seen each other in a long time.

As you say.

But just one more thing...

Since we're both traveling alone,

I'd be more than honored

if you'd ride in my wagon with me in the morning.

No, the Major... I've already made arrangements for Mrs. Webster.

Oh?

Charlie, get Mrs. Webster's luggage.

Hillery, if you don't get a move on,

you won't be going with us in the morning.

You got a wagon, horses, and supplies to buy,

if there's any left.

I'll be ready in the morning, I assure you.

Good day, Mrs. Webster.

Luggage, Major?

Hello, Major. Hiya, Joe.

I'd like to get a room for this young lady.

She's going to join our train in the morning.

Sorry, Major, I let out the last one last night.

You haven't got a room in the place?

See for yourself, Major.

Well, I don't care to look at your re...

Hey, what's that? "Charles B. Wooster"?

You mean that little runt's got hisself a room to sleep in?

Last night, Major.

Give me the key.

But Major, the policy... Joe, give me the key.

Yes, Major. You better send somebody up to clean that room,

it'll need it.

Yes, Major.

Well, Charlie Wooster's been here, all right,

there's no doubt about that.

I feel badly about putting your friend out.

Don't you worry about that.

I'll take care of him.

Can you imagine that little cuss

renting hisself a room

just so he could sneak a night's sleep on a real bed.

Well, that's my boy Wooster.

Well, I...

Rainie, I guess that's about it.

I'll, uh, see that your room gets cleaned up right away.

Seth...

Oh, Seth!

I still can't believe it's you!

It's all right, Rainie, it's all right.

I thought you'd been killed.

It was in the paper.

Everybody said that... They said that you were...

Is that why you didn't wait for me?

You know that's why.

It's the only reason.

Oh, Seth, I was beginning to think

there was no good left in the world.

I was wrong... so very wrong.

I know.

I heard about your marriage.

My husband was killed five days before the surrender.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know him, but if he was good enough for you to marry,

he must have been a fine man.

You're married.

No. That was my father's ring.

My mother gave it to him when they were married a long time ago.

Why?

Why did it have to happen the way it did?

Sometimes it's better...

not to try to find all the answers.

I think that's the only thing that kept me going...

after that last day with you.

Seth?

Honestly, Seth!

Oh, I'm sorry, Rainie. Here, let me help you.

No, I have it. I was just reading where President Lincoln

is calling for 75,000 volunteers.

And if that outfit of mine decides to volunteer en masse,

I'll be going with them.

You mean that militia group you train with?

Yes, yes. I know it's just a militia group,

but they're a fine corps of men, Rainie,

well trained.

They'll do themselves proud in any battle.

Really, Seth, you sound as if you want to go to war.

That's about the last thing I want, Rainie.

But it's like Mr. Lincoln says:

If this country's going to be strong, it's got to remain united.

There can only be one government, one people,

under one flag.

Yes...

yes, I suppose so,

but it seems that the same thing could be accomplished

without fighting each other.

Well, sometimes not, Rainie.

Sometimes in spite of how a man tries to stay out of a fight,

he ends up with crossed swords.

I'm not asking you to understand, Rainie.

Maybe no woman can understand a thing like this,

I don't know.

All I know is, I love you.

I want you to marry me.

Today. Now. Before I have to leave.

You ask me that...

and then walk out that door and maybe never come back again?

No, Seth.

No, it's not fair...

Not when you don't have to go.

Rainie, our country's at war.

Inside of him, every man that's able knows what he's got to do.

And so does every woman.

Seth, you don't belong in it.

There are other men that are younger...

that are willing to go.

If I've lived in this country longer than the next fella,

that's all the more reason why I should fight for it.

I'm sorry, Seth.

You know my feelings.

You won't change your mind?

Then I guess that's all I can say.

Good-bye, Rainie.

Seth!

God be with you.

CHARLIE: You know, Sarge, I was just sitting here thinkin'...

when this war is over, I'm going back home,

I'm gonna get me a nice little widow,

and I'm gonna settle down.

No more drinking, no more gambling.

I'm just gonna live a quiet life.

You're a married man, ain't ya, Sergeant?

Yeah, I sure am.

Tell me... what's it like?

Well, it's mostly being with someone...

sharing things.

Of course, that isn't all.

I got a letter from Emily today.

Oh? I'll read you some of it.

Let's see...

Oh, yeah. She says,

"I wish you would write a letter

"to President Lincoln or somebody

"and tell them you've just got to come home.

"The fence needs mending, the well needs cleaning,

the roof needs patching, the windmill needs greasing..."

Hold it, Sergeant, hold it.

After listening to that,

that drinking and gambling ain't too bad after all.

Well, Charlie, maybe I'd best read some more to you.

"Bill, even if there wasn't a single thing that needed fixing,

"I'd still wish you were home.

"I wish it more than anything in the world.

"I remember our days together, and you're all I think about.

"And I guess all I'm living for now

is to have them and you back once again."

Them's mighty, mighty pretty words, Sergeant.

But you know I'm a little doubtful about that first part.

You don't have anything to worry about, Charlie.

What do you mean?

With a face like that?

Sergeant, I want you to know there been plenty of women crazy about this old face.

I'll take your word for it. Just keep polishing that rifle,

and maybe someday you'll be wearing a couple of stripes

on that sleeve of yours.

Stripes, he says.

I raise.

Don't any of you fellas ever go broke?

Why don't you go crawl off somewhere?

Hmph.

I'll raise again.

You shouldn't throw your money away that way, soldier.

That's why you're losing.

Who said I'm losing?

Well, if you ain't, you will be.

You fellas oughta be ashamed of yourselves

taking money from a big lunkhead like this.

Look, cactus face, one more crack out of you and I'll...

You'll what?

Now pick yourself up and get out of here, if you got the strength.

I'll show you how much strength I got!

Wooster! Charlie, hold it.

What's going on here?

Better teach this old windbag

to keep his mouth shut, or somebody's gonna

jam his foot in it.

Well, it won't be you!

All right, Stanton, be on your way.

I'll take care of him.

I sure don't envy you any, Sergeant.

Why don't you learn to mind your own business once in a while?

But all I did was... Shut up!

Straighten up

that uniform!

Sergeant Hawks.

Yes, sir!

Come here a minute, please.

At ease, Bill.

I'd like you go over these supply lists.

We won't have time to do it in the morning.

Does that mean we're moving out, Major?

That's right. I just got the dispatch.

Yes, sir.

Say, where did we get that?

New replacement, sir. Came in two weeks ago.

They must be digging into the bottom of the barrel.

More like scraping a barrel, I'd say, sir.

I guess so.

Raise a dollar.

Scrub face, old boy, you got a lot of nerve,

real nerve.

He's bluffin', soldier. Go ahead, kick him back.

Why don't you shut up and let me play my own hand?

Looks like somebody should... You sure don't know how.

Aw, sit down, pop.

Pop?!

Why, you...

Why don't you try me for size, Olson?

Sergeant Hawks!

Attention!

Sergeant, you're supposed to be in charge of this platoon.

Yes, sir. Is this the way you handle 'em

when I send you back here for a rest?

No, sir. If your men are so full of fight,

I suggest that they save it for the rebs.

Yes, sir. Well, you see...

All I can see is that you're gonna lose those stripes!

Now, who started this?

Major, sir, that pot washer over there

took a cut at me for no reason at all.

Oh, you ain't had enough yet, huh?! Attention! Attention!!!

But Major... I said attention!

What's your name, soldier?

Private Wooster, sir. Charles B. Wooster.

But honest, Major, I... You're supposed to be at attention!

Yes, sir.

From all I can see, you're not much of a man, let alone a soldier.

Now, you get that beard trimmed and that uniform cleaned up

before Reveille. You understand?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

You got a lot to learn, soldier.

Sergeant Hawks. Yes, sir.

See this soldier to his quarters.

I'll hold you responsible for his appearance at Reveille.

Soon as you're through with him, report to my quarters.

Yes, sir.

Why don't you pick on somebody your own size just once?

Me? You were here, you saw what...

Don't make excuses to me. You heard what the Major said.

He never gave me a chance to explain.

Well, now, isn't that just too bad.

Maybe you'd like me to bring the Major back here.

No, no, no, I don't want any more of him.

Well, come on, Wooster, it's time to get you cleaned up.

Sergeant Hawks reporting, sir, and Private Wooster.

Well... Private Wooster.

It's a great relief to me to see that you do have

some kind of a face beneath that brush you had.

But where in blue blazes did you ever get that uniform?

It was issued to me, sir.

Well, what happened?

Did you lose that much weight since you got it?

Oh, no, sir. I gained.

Private Wooster...

did it ever occur to you that that uniform you're wearing

represents the country that you're fighting for?

Yes, sir. Uh, no, sir.

Well, I mean, Major, you...

Well, what exactly do you mean?

Well, I mean, sir, I never gave that ver-ver-very much thought.

Well, maybe it's time you did.

Yes, sir. And stop saying "Yes sir."

Yes, sir.

Private Wooster...

you've already come through one battle with us,

and you're lucky... you're alive.

But there's gonna be more battles...

Bigger and rougher ones.

If you're gonna come through all right,

you better start to shape up.

Your conduct last night was a disgrace to this entire company.

You know that, don't you?

Well?!

The Major told me not to say "yes sir."

Sir?

Sergeant Hawks,

what kind of report do you have on this man in battle?

Well, sir, he's brave enough, but it's just that...

It's just that what?

Well, Major, after three days of battle,

I'd be willing to bet my life that he didn't come within

20 feet of hitting one of them rebs.

Oh?

Is there anything wrong with your eyes, soldier?

Not a thing, sir.

Begging the Major's pardon, sir, it's just that...

Yes, Bill?

He's such an awful shot.

That ain't true, Sergeant.

You're at attention! Yes, sir.

At ease, men.

I said, at ease!

I heard you, sir.

Then why don't you do what the Major says?!

It's all right, Bill, it's all right.

Private Wooster,

one of the main duties of a commanding officer

is to know what kind of work his men are suited for.

Now, in view of Sergeant Hawks' report,

I think perhaps we'd better find some other kind of duty for you.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Tell me a little bit about yourself.

Well, my name is Charles B. Wooster,

and I come from Mound City.

I know your name, Private.

What I mean is, what kind of work have you done?

If any.

Oh, all kinds, all kinds.

Well, what, for instance?

Well, I've cleaned out livery stables, swept out saloons,

butchered cattle, and I was a kook.

A what?

Kook.

You mean a cook?

Yes, sir. I was the chief kook

with the Benton Mining Company.

Then one night after dinner,

poor old Mr. Benton, God rest his soul, he up and died on me.

I see. I, uh...

I hope it wasn't because of your cooking.

Oh, no, sir.

Hmm.

Well, that'll...

that'll be all, Private.

I said that would be all. You're dismissed.

Yes, sir. Oh, and Private...

Yes, sir? You better stop by the supply tent

and see if you can find a uniform that comes

somewheres near fitting you.

Yes, sir!

Oh, it's just no use riding that little buzzard anymore, Bill.

All the soldiering in the world isn't going to change him any.

Yeah, but why did I have to draw him?

Well, Bill, we do need a cook. What do you think about him?

Oh, no, you'd be taking an awful chance there, Major.

Well, let's take that chance.

Assign him to the cook staff, but keep an eye on him, will ya?

All right, sir. Will that be all, sir?

Yes, Bill, that's all.

Pardon me, Major.

I got a letter from Emily and she said to say hello.

Thanks, Bill.

Give my best to her, will ya? How is she?

Still naggin'... but it's not as noisy this way.

I imagine you could use a little of that noise right now, couldn't you?

I sure could, Major.

"Dearest Seth,"

"I pray this letter reaches you"

"and finds you safe and well,"

"for with it, I'm sending my love..."

"all the love I'll ever have."

"Seth, I've been such a fool.

"I've heard it said that women can see nothing

"other than what is in front of their eyes.

"I guess I'm a shining example of that statement.

"If only we'd been able to spend those last days together...

"as man and wife,

"then that would have been enough to last me a lifetime.

"As it is, the only thing left are heartaches.

"I love you, Seth. I love you so much.

"I always will.

"God keep you and protect you.

"I'll be waiting for you.

"My love always, in all ways,

Rainie."

Your supper, Major, sir.

Your supper. Oh.

Just put it on the table there, Charlie.

Yes, sir.

Charlie... Yes, sir?

Can't you ever cook anything else besides stew?

I can cook a lot of things, sir.

Like what?

Well, the way the supplies are coming through...

I know...

I know.

And this is supposed to be coffee, I guess.

Yes, sir.

You made it?

Out of what?

Well, I...

Oh, never mind, Charlie.

I know your problems,

and under existing conditions

I guess you do a pretty good job. Thank you, Major.

Oh, pardon me, sir.

It's all right, Bill, come on in.

At ease.

I've just been reading your report here on Private Wooster.

I might add that I'm pleasantly surprised.

You say here that in spite of conditions in the field

he still maintains a competent and clean mess. Yes, sir.

And you finish up by recommending him for promotion.

Yes, sir, I do.

What do you think of that, Wooster?

I'd be very proud, sir,

very proud.

You like the army, Charlie?

I like it here... With you and Sergeant Hawks.

All right, Charlie, you're dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

He's quite a little man, isn't he?

One of the best, sir, he really is.

Well, Bill, I think I'll accept your recommendation.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, come in.

Major Adams.

That's me. What is it?

Dispatch from General Headquarters, sir.

Will there be an answer, sir?

Uh, no. No, thanks, that'll be all.

Yes, sir.

Orderly!

Pass the word to Sergeants Miller, Hawks, and Clayton.

Have 'em report to me at once. We're moving out.

How you Yanks doing over there?

I don't like it.

What do you mean, Major?

They're too quiet.

I want a volunteer for reconnaissance.

I'll go, sir.

No, Charlie,

good cooks are too hard to find.

I'll go, sir.

All right, Bill.

You're gonna have to go across that pond.

We'll keep you covered as best we can.

Keep low and take care. Right, sir.

- Yanks, I hope you're ready. - We're coming in!

I wish that Hawks would get back.

Here they come. Hold your fire until you get a target.

Major! Major Adams!

He needs help, Major! Somebody's gotta go out after him!

They'd be cut down before they got 20 feet.

You just can't let him die out there!

You try that once more and you'll get a court-martial.

Major!

You could do anything to me you want. I'm going after him!

Come on, now!

We'll make it all right.

Prepare for amputation. Both legs.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Where...

where am I?

Just behind the lines. Hospital tent.

My name is Jenner. Dr. Jenner.

Well, I... I remember...

Sergeant Hawks... how is he?

We have no record of a Sergeant Hawks.

Has my company been notified?

I'm afraid that's been impossible.

You see, we don't even know your name.

My... name is...

Adams.

Major Adams.

Is...

That's all right, Major,

there'll be time for that later.

My outfit... is...

It's all right, Major,

there'll be time for that later.

Our forces are so scattered,

we probably couldn't get word to them anyway.

Well, I...

I see.

Major Adams, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

What is it, Doctor?

It's your legs.

My legs?

Don't strain.

Yes. You see, they've been badly torn up.

A canister.

I... don't...

feel any pain.

That's just it. The nerves are dead.

Even at best, you'd never be able to walk again.

What do you mean "at best"?

I'm sorry, Major, but your legs must come off.

Both of them.

Doctor...

neither you nor...

any man on earth is gonna cut my legs off.

I know how you feel, Major Adams,

believe me, I do.

But unless they come off,

you haven't one chance in a thousand.

There's no use talking any more, Doctor.

Even if it's a million-to-one chance...

I'll take that chance.

I think you would too.

All right, Major.

We'll wait another 24 hours.

But Major Adams...

you may not last through that 24 hours.

We'll see, Doctor.

We'll see.

You got a Major Adams here?

Major? Major Adams.

Well, I'll be.

I told you there's no war that can kill the Major.

It's good to see you, Major, real good.

It's good to see you, Bill, Charlie.

They had you down as Missing In Action. I knew they was wrong.

It seems like I didn't know much of anything

for quite a while, Charlie.

How bad is it, Major?

Well, they tell me I'm healing up pretty good now,

all except my legs.

A few weeks ago they were talking about cutting 'em off,

but I didn't like that idea. Ha ha ha!

Now the doc says maybe I'll walk again.

You got those letters, Charlie?

Letters? Right here, right here.

Captain Wesley gave me these in case we found you.

Bill...

just mark 'em Return To Sender, will you, please?

Ain't you gonna open 'em?

There's not much point, Charlie.

Just start me thinkin', and...

a fella in my shape doesn't have any right to think, I guess,

especially about the person that wrote those.

Lying in the hospital these past months,

I've done a lot of thinking about a lot of things.

I guess mainly about my legs.

Now for the first time I had to stand

and try to use them.

I thank God for three things:

Bill Hawks, Charlie Wooster, and I still had my legs.

Good or bad, I still had them.

HAWKS: Major.

Well...

I take it you boys are out of the army.

Yep. Finest tailor in Savannah.

Maybe he just didn't have the finest subject, Charlie.

Say, Major, here's your railroad ticket.

Thank you, Bill.

You know, I hope she sees things the way I do.

She will, Major.

You know, I never answered any of her letters.

She'll understand.

I hope so.

Say, boys, I got a surprise for you.

I've been thinking about it a long time... I'm going West.

New country, new faces, fresh start.

I'd like to have the both of you with me. What do you think?

Sounds good to me. Great, great!

What about Emily, Bill?

Major, you know how she feels about you.

Charlie? I'm halfway there!

Well, then, it's a deal. We go together.

I guess I knew long before I knocked at Rainie's door...

When, I don't know exactly,

but somewhere, something inside me told me

she wouldn't be there.

I remembered the doctor at the field hospital

telling me my legs would have to come off

or I wouldn't live through the night.

I refused, taking my chances,

a chance that I had to live or die with.

This was different.

I had fought to survive, fought to live... and for what?

It was as though all I had done,

all I had been through, had been laid to waste,

leaving only a well of loneliness.

Major.

Major Adams.

Did you see her, Major?

No, Charlie...

I didn't see her.

I'm afraid I never will.

What do you mean?

She's...

she's married.

Married?! But I thought...

Be quiet, Charlie.

That's all right, Bill.

I thought the same thing myself.

Maybe... Maybe there's some mistake.

No.

There's no mistake, Bill.

I guess she just couldn't wait.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know, Bill.

The lady has a right to change her mind.

If I'd just answered those letters...

But what about California, Major? Are we still going?

I don't know, Charlie. I don't know.

One letter, that's all...

that's all I'd have needed.

Just one letter to prove that my...

My prayers had been answered...

that you were still alive.

Rainie...

I never blamed you.

And after a while, I even stopped blaming the war.

I guess that's when I quit trying to find all the answers.

I was such a fool.

I know that now.

Seth, my husband was a fine man.

In many ways, he was a lot like you.

We hardly had a chance to even know each other, though.

My selfishness cost me the only thing I ever loved...

You, Seth.

Can you understand that?

I can understand, Rainie...

if you can.

All things come to an end,

as they did for you and me, Rainie.

But many things happened in the moments between...

Warm things, exciting things,

wonderful things.