Cherry Tree Page #4

Sorry, I'm way too good at

ruining special moments.

Unless, you know, you

want me to keep talking.

I can also do that

'cause I got plenty to say.

If that works for you,

I don't know, maybe.

Maybe not.

- Hi, Brian.

Having a good time?

- Uh...

- You b*tch.

Amy.

- Sorry, I...

- It's fine.

Walk me home?

- Yeah.

- Shh.

Quietly.

Shh. Shh.

It's nice.

- Faith.

- Oh God, Mrs. Fincher.

- Sissy is here.

- I reject the good.

I reject the light.

I embrace the dark.

I embrace the night.

Come amongst us now.

Take our brother's hand.

Though today he falls,

tomorrow he will stand.

- Faith!

- Dad.

No, no, no!

- I reject the good.

I reject the light.

I embrace the dark.

I embrace the night.

I reject the good.

I reject the light.

I embrace the dark.

I embrace the night.

I reject the good.

I reject the light.

I embrace the dark.

I embrace the night.

I reject the good.

I reject the light.

I embrace the dark.

I embrace the night.

I reject the good.

I reject the light.

I embrace the dark.

I embrace the night.

I reject the good.

I reject the light.

I embrace the dark.

I embrace the night.

- Dad.

- Hey.

- That's a lot of food.

- Yeah.

Feel a bit hung-over

after the party.

It's good I've got

an appetite, though.

You have fun?

- Yeah, it was great.

- Faith.

You're sick.

- Yeah.

- That's good.

Take this, pee on it.

Tell me what it says.

- Sean.

What D'you think you're doing?

- Changing a bulb.

What's it look like?

- Sean?

Sean!

- You're both part of this.

That's f***ed up.

- If you say so.

- Well, you can give her this.

Tell her I'm pregnant.

- You should be happy,

your dad is cured.

- Listen.

How can I be pregnant so soon?

- I know, right?

Where's the fun in that?

Amy.

Amy.

Amy, please, come on.

- I suppose you're

looking for Brian?

I haven't seen him, so

you should go f*** yourself.

- Hey, Claire.

What's up?

What?

You tricked me.

My dad is still sick.

He was taken to hospital today.

- Come in, Faith.

- I'm pregnant!

- Your father is cured,

I promise you.

You have to trust me.

- I need the bathroom.

- It'll be over in six weeks.

- And then another

seven months of...

- No, you're going to

give birth soon, Faith.

- How is that possible?

- You'll see.

- What am I gonna tell my dad?

- Nothing.

For now.

Understand?

- He better be cured.

- Excuse me, can I just...

- Just one second, please.

- Faith.

- Dad.

- I'm alright.

- I'm alright, really.

It's just some sort

of dizzy spell.

I did some blood tests

and it's alright.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- You alright?

- Faith, listen.

There have been reports of a

madman escaped from an asylum.

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