Audrey Rose Page #3

I'll try and make things

as clear as I'm able to, Mr Templeton.

But first there are some things that you

must know. Some very complex things.

So I'll begin at the beginning.

11 years ago, I was a very happy man.

I had a family.

A wonderful wife

and a lovely daughter.

My daughter's name was Audrey Rose.

She was five when she died.

Everything that was good seemed

to shine from her eyes, you know?

Anyway, there was

an automobile accident and...

It happened just outside Pittsburgh.

There was a storm

and their car just went off the road.

It was very quick, very sudden.

Thank you.

Naturally, the loss of my wife and

my daughter was quite unbearable.

I don't know how I existed. One day I had

a feeling that Audrey Rose was near me.

We didn't have any Chinese gunpowder,

sir, so I brought you Formosa oolong.

Thank you, Maria.

I still don't understand what you're saying

and why you're saying it to us.

All right.

About a year after the accident,

a friend took me to a dinner party.

One of the guests was a psychic.

A clairvoyant.

She told me everything I had done

since I was a boy,

and then she began

to talk about my daughter, Audrey Rose,

describing her as if she were alive.

I asked her to stop, but she wouldn't.

I remember I began to cry,

because I couldn't help it,

and she leaned over

and she asked me why I was crying.

So I told her that my wife

and my daughter were dead.

But she said no.

No, my wife was at peace,

but my daughter was alive.

I thought it was a poor joke. I couldn't

believe that anybody could be that cruel.

Then a few months later I happened to be

here in New York City on a business trip.

One night I was passing the Town Hall

and I saw advertised on the marquee

outside, "Eric Lloyd, clairvoyant."

Anyway, after the lecture,

or the demonstration, whatever,

I went back and saw Mr Lloyd

in his dressing room

and, like the woman at the party,

he told me very accurate things.

Very accurate things indeed.

Things about my daughter, Audrey Rose.

Again, describing her

as if she were alive,

but this time giving me details

of the home she lived in.

It was an apartment

here in New York City

that had a lovely ceiling

with classic paintings set into it.

And even the room in which she slept,

with the yellow and white curtains.

The matching canopy bed.

The...

The giant panda

and the aquarium in the corner.

She had come back, he said.

Audrey Rose had come back...

(cup clatters, Janice gasps)

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm sorry, Mrs Templeton,

this must be a shock to you.

I can understand what a blow

your daughter's death must've been,

how hard it was for you to accept.

But what you're saying now...

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