:22:27
What is it, son? Can't sleep?
:22:34
Well, me neither,
:22:38
I thought I heard a train,
:22:41
Couldn't be, though,
:22:43
Not this time of night,
:22:46
No, it couldn't have been,
:22:48
Couldn't be a carnival, could it?
:22:51
Not in October,
:22:54
I mean, you never saw
no scraps of paper, did you?
:22:56
Not about any carnival comin',
:22:59
('clock chimes.)
:23:05
3:00,
:23:09
They call it "the soul's midnight,"
:23:14
- Do they? Why?
- I don't know,
:23:19
I guess it's the time
when a lot of people die,
:23:23
Uh, old people,
:23:26
I only meant old people,
:23:30
Old people?
:23:37
Will,,,
:23:40
,,, we should have a talk sometime,
:23:44
just you and I,
:23:46
- What about?
- Oh, about when you were small,
:23:52
That,,, picnic that we took
down by Indigo River,
:23:57
- Look son, I know you got a fright then,,,
- I better get back to bed now,