Imaginaerum

That's it. Gently.

We should head back inside, Tom.

Get you warm.

There's a big storm coming.

He looks kind of creepy, doesn't he?

I'll be right behind you, Tom.

E minor.

It's the right chord.

Hello.

- Ms. Whitman, it's Doctor Jansson.

I have some bad news.

What's wrong with you, princess?

Why won't you spin?

We had to bring your father in again.

As we predicted,

his episodes are becoming frequent.

This one looks quite serious.

Yeah... I understand.

Mr. Whitman

Tom.

You have to come a distance, but if

we could discuss this in person...

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Bye.

Can you hear me, Mr. Whitman?

''Matthew knew it was hopeless.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Mr. White's body was melting

even as Matthew watched.

The snowman could no longer speak

The happy face Matthew had loved -

now was nothing but slush.

Matthew stared up into the sky, -

watching the winter's last snowflake

floating down.

Some said its touch held

the power of magic, -

but Matthew had lost his faith

in stories.

But when the snowflake finally touched

Mr. White's outstretched arm, -

a coating of fresh frost

spread outward from it, -

and the puddle of water

under the snowman crackled -

as it turned to ice.

Matthew's heart filled with joy

as he watched Mr. White come alive

The story of winter's last snowflake

had come true.

The magical winter would never end''

Time to go to bed, children.

You're that new boy, Tom.

You made that snowman in the backyard.

I'm Ann.

What's that?

She's beautiful.

Can't you talk?

I can talk.

Are those your parents?

That's my mom.

She got sick and

She's dead now.

My dad's a pilot.

- Is he dead too?

He's not dead!

My dad's Theodore Whitman.

And he's a hero.

He saved all his passengers

from a tornado.

But he crash-landed.

And when he gets rescued

he'll come and get me.

Nobody here has any parents.

- Lights out!

Good night, Tom.

Sleep tight, princess.

You'll melt for this.

Well, well, well...

Look who's here.

It's good to see an old friend.

I was just standing there

in the backyard, -

minding my own business,

and I felt this sting on my arm.

What?

I think it was that little thing.

Tom, let's you and me take a trip.

See where it goes next.

Who knows? Maybe we'll bump

into someone you used to know.

Encounter things

you've only dreamed of.

I... I'm dreaming.

That's why everything is so weird.

So come on. It'll be fun.

You'll be safe with me.

Listen, buddy, if you're too scared

to come along, I understand.

Maybe you're not a chip

off the old block.

Don't worry about it,

you can just go back to bed.

Or you can come with me

and have an adventure.

It feels so real!

Ice and genuine oak.

Hang on, buddy.

Let's go!

Now there's a sight for sore eyes

What's that?

- It's nothing, buddy.

Just a rotten pile of wood and steel.

Why don't we go take a look at it?

Look, it's your father.

Aren't you excited to see him?

It's just a dream.

This is as real as it gets for you,

buddy.

Ms. Whitman?

Your father has

multi-infarct dementia.

It's a condition caused by

multiple strokes.

We've spoken about this

several times over the phone.

Yes, we have.

But given his current condition...

- You want to pull the plug.

Well, it's not quite like that

He's not on life support

Though his heart did stop twice

We've brought him back, but to

keep doing it... -Where do I sign?

You're making the right decision.

It's best to let him go.

He's been living in a fantasy world

for the last couple of years.

He's regressed to childhood.

I just think it would be cruel to...

I can reach you at your father's

if we need to, uh, speak.

I don't expect you'd be flying back

in this weather.

No.

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

Nothing has changed, has it?

I'm not even a memory, am I?

I'm just a blur.

Like always.

You know,

I waited so long for you to reach out.

This was a mistake.

I've done enough for you.

Oh no!

We need to turn back!

It's too late! I can't!

No! Help!

No! Help!

- Hang on!

What?

What is this?

It's just you being you.

Hi, Tom.

It's been a while.

Do I know you?

- Of course

We've known each other since

we were kids. -You're crazy

I was.

For a while.

Come here.

Let me me patch you up.

You're wondering where you are...

I'm in a dream.

With a crazy woman.

If I am,

it doesn't reflect well on you.

In all sorts of ways.

Actually,

I used to be your voice of reason.

God knows you needed one.

You were very good

at a lot of things.

But dealing with real world

wasn't one of them.

None of this makes any sense.

It should.

I'm just saying the things

you expect me to.

Buddy!

Hey! Where are you?

Hey! I'm here!

- Quiet.

He'll find you.

Oh! Leave it.

It'lljust remind you of him.

You're nuts.

Leave me alone!

Selfish and rude.

Yep, that's the Tom I know.

The Snowman isn't the best tour guide,

you know.

He's not what he seems.

Don't let him steal the rest of you.

I can 't see you, buddy!

I'm....

- Give me a yell, loud as you can!

Wretched brat, you're hiding!

Not so nice now, oh, is he?

Hey, you!

Be careful out here.

Those tracks are unstable.

A lot of them could collapse

on us at any time.

Why is this thing here?

- Beats me.

Somebody thought it was a great idea

to build it on this godforsaken place.

Hey! Wait!

Do you know where that music's

coming from? I've heard it before.

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