A Cry in the Dark Page #3

Why aren't they searching just there?

It might have dropped it this close.

I... I couldn't bear that.

If she died because

we didn't look in the right place.

There.

The baby's finished. Finished, you know?

They've been out there for ages.

We should get you to a motel.

No, we have to stay here for the police.

Besides, we don't have the money.

Oh, look!

Uh...

People!

Folks!

It's my daughter you're looking for.

And, uh...

I want to thank you all

for what you're doing.

- I'm a minister of religion.

- A bloody parson! Jesus.

I know that nothing happens

in the world unless God allows it.

And...

I know that there's

little hope any longer of...

finding our little daughter alive.

But I am thankful that...

we will see her again at the R...

at the Resurrection.

Let us pray.

Lord be with these willing

and kindly people

as they help look for our little one tonight.

Help them look...

Mummy! Do I have to stay in here?

It's all right now, Aidan.

It's like a morgue in that tent.

There's room for that over here.

Oh, that'll be all right.

I always keep it down there.

Is this an expensive motel?

You don't have to worry.

I've spoken to them.

You can stay as long as you need.

There'll be no charge.

G'day. I've put you in room 34

at the end of the path.

There's your key.

We prayed for a daughter.

He gave us a daughter.

Why would he take her away?

They should have warned us.

The signs never said.

I'd have slept them all in the car

if only I'd known. If only we'd known.

There has to be a reason.

There's got to be a reason.

We slept her in the tent.

I zipped it up when I put Reagan down.

I should have zipped it up when I put

her in, even if it was only for a minute.

What are we gonna tell

our parents, Michael?

They never even saw Azaria.

- I'm freezing.

- You can't be freezing. The heater's on.

- What are you doing?

- Getting my sleeping bag.

- You can't do that. It's got blood on it.

- Yours has. Mine hasn't.

I'm sorry, but I'm freezing.

Heating or not.

I'm so cold.

She was so little.

Mummy!

Mummy!

I'm just praying that Jesus

will keep the dingo's mouth shut,

Iike he did for Daniel in the lions' den,

and he won't let him eat our bubby.

Oh, darling. She's so little.

Jesus wouldn't let her have any pain.

But our bubby had a little cold, you know.

It's so freezing out there.

Daddy and I believe

that bubby's dead, sweetheart.

And Jesus is going to

look after her now, wherever she is.

Till he comes to take us all

home to heaven.

And she'll be better

because Jesus will make her better.

She won't have the hiccups any more.

No, that's right.

You try to sleep now.

My God!

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