1:43:02
...that flies south every winter.
1:43:06
And my heart is so sick...
1:43:10
...because I'm not supposed
to be here in this cold...
1:43:14
...this dark, this wet.
1:43:17
Maybe I'm like the air in this house...
1:43:21
...the air that doesn't move
when Papa and Mother...
1:43:25
...pass in silence.
1:43:28
Dead smoky air...
1:43:31
...that smells of wool and old bacon.
1:43:38
We threw the animals on the rocks
for the tide to deal with.
1:43:43
Papa cried."
1:44:08
They're coming!
1:44:11
They're coming!
1:44:23
Careful!