Restless

Enoch Brae:
We have so little time to say the things we mean.

Annabel Cotton:
[to Enoch] I am the spirit of this forest. Come with me.

Elizabeth Cotton:
[to Annabel] So do you want to talk about Enoch?

Annabel Cotton:
[to Enoch] It is getting pretty complicated.

Dr. Lee:
We did everything we could.

Enoch Brae:
I mean what do you do here. Just watch people die, make her better.

Enoch Brae:
[to Hiroshi] How is it you win everytime?

Enoch Brae:
Do I know you?

Annabel Cotton:
Does anybody here knows you?

Mabel:
Did you look at those school brochures I left on your bed?

Annabel Cotton:
No.

Hiroshi Takahashi:
[to Enoch] May be you should stop going to stranger's funerals.

Annabel Cotton:
He is kind of different.

Elizabeth Cotton:
Different could be good.

Enoch Brae:
So sorry for your loss.

Annabel Cotton:
[Mockingly] So Sorry for your loss.

Enoch Brae:
Too formal.

Enoch Brae:
[to Hiroshi] That is her, the girl I was telling you about. I'm going to go and talk her.

Annabel Cotton:
Who is Hiroshi?

Enoch Brae:
Sort of a ghost.

Annabel Cotton:
Can he fly?

Enoch Brae:
He used to. He was a kamikaze.

Hiroshi Takahashi:
Why she looks like a boy?

Enoch Brae:
He says he thinks you look really nice.

Hiroshi Takahashi:
No, I didn't.

Annabel Cotton:
Thank you Hiroshi.

Annabel Cotton:
About the hospital. I don't work there. I am a patient.

Enoch Brae:
How long?

Annabel Cotton:
Three months.

Enoch Brae:
First thing, you can get a lot done in three months.

Elizabeth Cotton:
Your boyfriend's here!

Annabel Cotton:
He's not my boyfriend. I'll be right up.

Hiroshi Takahashi:
As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. That very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero. That the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you, and only you, since I was a boy. But I'm not. I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will instead see your eyes, like black rocks frozen in rainwater. They tell us that we must scream, "Banzai," as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name. And in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours.

Annabel Cotton:
Tell me about the birds.

Enoch Brae:
What?

Annabel Cotton:
The songbirds. Why do they sing in the morning?

Enoch Brae:
They sing because they're happy to be alive another day.

Annabel Cotton:
I've sung every morning since I met you.