In Dreams Page #5

- Mary's not a doctor.

I swear, if I can't cope

I'll go back myself.

Claire, Claire, Claire, Claire.

Huh.

"Adapted and illustrated

by Claire Cooper."

Claire, Claire, Claire.

Once upon a time

there was a little Claire.

And a very little Claire she was.

- I'll call you from Seattle. OK?

- OK.

- You OK?

- Fine. I might even try some work.

You have my numbers.

Call the hospital if anything, right?

- OK. OK.

- OK.

Don't worry.

Sh*t.

Oh!

- You OK?

- Is that the mantra for the day?

I need a cigarette.

I'm going to the store.

Paul said you're not

to leave the house. I'll go.

OK. Thanks.

# Don't sit under the apple tree

# With anyone else but me

# Anyone else but me, anyone... #

Dobie!

Dobie!

Dobie? Dobie!

Dobie!

Dobie!

Dobie!

Claire!

Remember me?

We met at the reservoir when you...

- My dog, Dobie. Have you seen...?

- Hm?

- Have you...?

- No, I've seen nothing, ma'am.

Look, your husband, uh...

asked us to, uh,

check things out,

keep an eye on things, you know?

- Thank you.

- Dogs like to ramble.

- Yeah. I shouldn't worry.

- I didn't say that.

- You OK, Claire?

- I'm fine. Thank you, Detective.

If you see Dobie...the dog.

- Dobie's our dog.

- Look, just so you know...

we checked every orchard

within a radius of 300 miles.

- You found nothing?

- No.

That's the thing, my dreams

are no good till after it happens.

- Makes me seem crazy, doesn't it?

- Oh, no.

After what you've been through,

you'd be forgiven a little psychosis.

Kay. Jack Kay.

Call me if you need anything.

Anything at all,

just give me a call, OK?

- Thanks.

- Want me to walk you home?

I'm OK, thank you.

Sh*t!

Damn it. Mary!

You think you can scare me,

you sick f***?

'You sick f***...

'My daddy is a dollar,

I wrote it on a fence.

'My daddy is a dollar, not worth...'

- Get out of my brain.

- 'Get out of my brain.'

Leave me alone!

Paul?. He's in the computer now.

Claire?

Claire?

Claire?

Claire?

Claire?

Oh, Paul... Help me.

I wrote...

it...

on...

a...

Did you

write this, Claire?

Uh, yeah. I wrote that.

But somebody else

made me do it.

And who cut your wrists?

I did.

But did that someone else

make you do it?

No. That was all my own work.

- Why, Claire?

- I wanted it to stop.

- What did you want to stop?

- The laughter. The...

- The thing.

- The dreams?

Can you dream in the daytime

when you're wide awake?

I'm sorry. I'm not that strong.

I couldn't take it any more.

- What does this verse mean?

- I don't know.

- Is it from your childhood?

- No, it's not from my childhood.

- It's from someone else's childhood.

- Whose?

It's, uh...

It's written on the walls

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