Dwelling Page #2

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all that bad luck...

You have to bury all of the

shards of the mirror glass

along with all of the dust

remnants deep into the ground

- at the base of a tree.

- Like my tree?

Oh, that's your tree now?

Yeah, the willow will do.

Can we, Aunt Ellie?

I think it'd be best if

we let Uncle Gavin do it.

Now you're breaking

the rules.

[Gavin] All right, now who...?

Tina, she likes the moon.

All right...

[melody plays]

And the rest?

Kathy can stay with me tonight.

And what about...?

Grendon. He can go

under my bed.

Why Grendon?

He followed mommy home

to protect me.

Protect you from who?

The bogeyman?

Maybe?

Have you ever met

the bogeyman before?

Then how do you know

he's so bad?

Maybe he's just made of boogers

and just wants a hanky?

And if you don't...

he'll tickle you!

[laughter]

Anything in this big new place

bothering you, peanut?

No.

You never had me place him

under your bed before?

Why tonight?

I don't know...

I had an inkling.

I miss my tree.

I promise you

we'll play there tomorrow.

We can even bury

that bad luck.

I thought you said

that's cheating?

Yeah, you're right, I did.

Except when it's okay.

But now it's bedtime. C'mon.

Grendon, remember?

Of course, peanut.

Good nigh.

She's all tucked in.

She had me put Grendon

under her bed.

Did she ever do that

with you?

No. But you know how she gives

them all a mind of their own.

I don't think I've ever seen

this one before.

I look at it every morning.

How do I not know about this?

Because to you it's

just a photograph.

I always adored

my mother's rosary.

There was a charm on it of

the Mother Mary that I loved.

But... all things that are

loved are eventually broken.

Me, my mom, and River

used to walk the park

every Sunday before church.

And the first day that

they planted that tree,

we took the broken charm

from my mother's rosary

and we put it in one of

the cracks in the branches.

So every Sunday when we walked

to the park, it was there.

Then my mom died.

And the Sunday of her funeral

came and...

I ran from River and

I walked to the park alone...

...and it was gone.

No charm.

No tree.

Just me.

I have to find my answer,

Gavin.

I can't stand to see River

in that place any longer.

She's not a monster.

Only in their eyes.

You know she isn't.

They never had any proof.

And you protected River by keeping

what you saw her do a secret.

Only my mother knows what

happened that night.

River's completely

blocked it out.

I know...

The day I gave you this ring,

I made a promise to myself

to help you find your answer.

I found mine

at a younger age.

But it's your turn now.

That being said, we can't

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