:44:06
Great God!
:44:07
lt can't be!
:44:09
lt's my son, John!
:44:11
Dear God, no.
:44:12
Not John.
:44:13
lt's John, Ram Dass!
:44:16
lt's John. Help me.
:44:18
-Come inside.
-Help.
:44:31
l thought you'd be sleeping.
:44:37
l never got a chance
to give you your birthday present.
:44:42
lt's a picture of where you
used to live.
:44:45
See the blue threads?
That's the river.
:44:50
These are the mountains
you always talk about.
:44:53
Thank you, Becky.
:44:56
lt's beautiful.
:45:02
Why don't you tell stories anymore?
:45:06
They're just make-believe.
They don't mean anything.
:45:10
They've always meant something to me.
:45:13
Some days l thought l'd die, until
l heard you talk about the magic.
:45:19
There is no magic, Becky.
:45:42
Papa. . .
:45:45
. . .can you hear me?
:45:49
l'm so scared.