Run & Jump Page #2

What are you doing?

It's called laughter yoga.

Please stop.

Careful with those,

Papa Schnitzel.

Did Conor normally drive?

He did.

But he didn't drive normally.

This bloody adapter.

- I want a cookie.

- Hi, Christy.

- Hi, Vanetia.

- Go on.

All right.

We need two trolleys.

Can I have a euro?

- Hi, guys.

- Hey, there, loser. - Hey.

- How you been?

- Doing good.

We need two trolleys so I can buy

the items that start with "f".

We're not getting

a second trolley.

I want to sit in dad's trolley.

Can't. "N" is for noni.

I want to.

In you go.

Dad, can't this be an "n" trolley?

- No, it's an "f" trolley.

- Well, she's a little fairy.

We're not getting

a second trolley, okay?

- You're the fairy.

- Conor!

Give me the trolley.

- What are you doing?

- Get off.

- Conor, get off!

- F*ggot.

Fudgepacker, friend of Dorothy!

Conor, you stop that

and get in the shop now.

Sorry about that.

Sorry about that.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Hi, boys.

Who's Dorothy?

You don't want to know.

You all right?

There you go. Right in there.

4:
00 A.M. week 2.

Third observed incident of

somnambulism.

Possibl--

Possibly parasomnia or other

symptomatic sleep disorder.

Do you have a family?

No.

Why?

I'm a scientist instead.

Want to play spa?

No.

I'm impressed with your

dexterity.

How many of those

have you made, Conor?

- Just need to make one more.

- Hello? Yoo-hoo.

More wood.

Come on, now, Freida the fairy.

Inside and get your hands washed.

Come on, Conor.

Dinner.

Oh, Conor! Don't!

I need more wood.

If you put it back together,

we can sell it and buy wood.

Have you -- have you made

anything we can sell?

What are these for?

Your mom and dad are here.

Come on. Dinner.

I-I-I don't like whiteness

anymore because --

Because there were a lot of

white walls in the hospital?

And up here.

I finished.

Good girl.

Conor's never gone a week

without making something.

Do you think he might need

a bit of privacy?

Mrs. Casey, I've left him alone

for hours at a time,

and there's no change.

I'm sure that Dr. Sud explained

the prognosis.

Conor will not return

to his old self.

- There's been too much damage.

- Okay.

Well, all I'm saying is he might

need a bit more space, you know,

without you looking.

- Mrs. Casey.

- Just a bit of space, Dr. Fielding.

Keep up the pace!

Come on, Casey!

Keep at it!

Keep going!

- Simon, Lenny, Fergus, Mike.

- Congratulations, Simon.

Hey, Lenny.

That's how he likes it.

- Is he under?

- Yeah.

I stressed that little fish

place in town.

- Oh, it's nice.

- You know, it's nice lighting. - Yeah.

And, um, about, you know,

two days ago, I get a text,

and suddenly, it's -- it's a tea.

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