“I…I guess you’re right.
They deserve to know, it’s only fair”
“Yeah! Here, I got the thing on one of my pockets”
“Uh, but um
Could you…
Can you be the one to do it?
Please?”
“Oh, no problem.”
“Vivi! Look at this!”
“My photobook!! I’ve been looking for it everywhere!”
“Hey! Quieter!”
“Oh right, ahem, could everyone come here, please?”
“What, why?”
“Are you finally going to explain what’s going on?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s in here”
“Hey! Give it!”
“Not yet, not yet”
“So! I need all of you to touch this book”
“What?!”
“Give it back! It isn’t a jewel!”
“Yeah, I’d be down for some book touching, favorite saturday activity”
“Please, it’s important, just once, and I’ll explain everything”
“Is it drugged?”
“It is not! See? I’m touching it right now!”
Oliver is fidgeting
Ángel gives him a reassuring smile
Oliver looks away
He feels guilty for what’s about to happen
“What, does it have a really cool texture or something?”
“It does actually”
“Oh cool”
Simon goes to feel the texture of the book
He makes contact
He remembers
“What…?”
“Simon?”
“Dad really… he really did…”
“Simon? What’s wron g berry?”
“He hates me so much.
So much
I-
And he.
He just … just-
threw me away. To- to the ground
I was- I was gonna. I don’t- ”
“Hey! What happened? What are you saying?!”
“I wanna go home”
Simon is shivering. He tightly grasps Owen’s sweater
“And he’ll do it again. He- again”
“Once you grab this, you’ll understand”
“Hey! Pass that thing over!”
Owen makes contact with the book
He remembers
He tighly grasps Simon back and starts breathing heavily
He looks directly into Oliver’s eyes
“Mr. Investigator”
“…Owen”
“You… You were right. You told me”
“I’m sorry”
“We- in the snow
Do you. Do you know already?”
“I know”
“… Hah, I-
We really just.”
His voice breaks
“… Can you answer me now?”
“Huh?”
Owen can’t hold back his tears
“When is it going to end?”
Oliver gives him a sad smile
“It’s going to be okay”
Owen gets quiet, Simon is still talking, but is not comprehensible.
They sink to the floor, fused to eachother
“… If I touch this, I’ll know?”
“Yes”
“Then I can have it back?”
“Also, yes”
“Finally”
Marigold goes to touch it
Vivi grabs it
They remember
Marigold stares to nowhere and gets quiet
Vivi gets her book back
“…Oh”
“… That, ex plains some things”
“Vivi…”
“Hah, it even has missing pictures
Just what I needed
Like it wasn’t enough already”
“I’m sorry”
“It really hurt”
“I’m so sorry”
“It was really dark”
“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay”
“… It really hurt”
“We are not there anymore, it’s okay”
“I think we are”
“I think we’ll always be there”
They cry
They understand
“Even if we leave
At least a part of us
Will always stay here”
“How fragmented am I now?
How many houses are gonna steal parts of me?
What will happen when there’s nothing left?
Ah, I feel haunted”
Oliver Beebo recently has started believing in ghosts
He wonders if he is one