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-What?

Well, you said you don't have any friends.

What about us?

Mam and I aren't your friends?

- You know what I mean.

RAY:
No, actually, I don't.

I think it's silly to say you don't have anything

when you really have everything.

- Yeah, right.

-Yeah, right. Lack at that.

- Haw many days did you say that was?

-Three hundred and one.

Three hundred and one.

We shouldn't have been around

for any one of those days.

But just when we needed it...

...we found this shelter...

...and it's given us fond, a home, a life.

And for all we know, we could be

the only ones left, the only ones still alive.

Sc every one of those marks

is really a miracle.

- A miracle?

-That's right. A miracle.

And this fund is gonna allow you

to live another day.

And that means another hatch

can be drawn, right?

Yeah, I guess so.

So you see those nasty cold mushy beans

on your plate?

They're really their awn kind of miracle tan.

And if you eat your mushy miracles for us...

...then maybe we can take a trip afterwards.

- A trip? Really?

-Really.

But you better eat fast, because I finished

my miracle beans and I want mare.

[ZOE GIGGLING]

ZOE:

Careful with it, Dad.

- Mm-hm.

-Mm-hm.

ZOE:
That goes there. Joey's house goes there.

-All right. Off we go.

ZOE:

Eight.

Five, six, seven. Sylvia's Ice Cream.

Okay. Let me get the dour.

[RAY MIMICS DOOR CREAKING]

Boar's open.

The chimes ring above you.

And, lack, there's Sylvia

standing behind the counter.

And she's wearing

that silly cane-shaped apron.

[IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE]

Goad morning, little Zoe.

[LAUGHS]

[IN NORMAL VOICE] And she hands you

one of those little pink plastic spoons.

And you run your other hand

along that cold glass countertop.

Inside, you see barrels and barrels

of Sylvia's fresh homemade ice cream.

But new it's still early,

so she's gut all the best flavors.

Salted Haney. Peanut Butter Brittle Crunch.

And of course, your favorite.

- Strawberry Shortcake.

-Ha, ha.

Are you there?

You happy new?

Till tomorrow.

Till tomorrow.

ZOE:

You win.

I win.

- Aha. lwin.

RAY:
Everything's gonna work out.

CLAIRE:

I'm trying to believe that, Ray. I really am.

But imaginary ice cream

isn't gonna feed our daughter.

ZOE:
Told you.

RAY:
Just trying to keep her spirits up.

CLAIRE:
And you are.

But what happens when she gets sick?

We've lost a lot of weight already,

all of us, and now...

And new we're just gonna have to find

a way to get more fond.

Real fond.

I'll go to the damn surface if I have to.

You can't, Ray.

- They're still lacking for us.

-Yeah, well, I can fight them.

That's suicide, and you know it.

Dc you remember our promise

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