Boogeyman2005

Tim:
You were at my mother's funeral, weren't you?

Franny:
My dad knew her.

Tim:
What's your name?

Franny:
Franny.

Tim:
So, Franny, wanna tell me why you're following me around?

Franny:
I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to ask you something.

Tim:
All right. [pause] Wanna ask me now?

Franny:
Is it true?

Tim:
Is what true?

Franny:
The Boogeyman took your dad?

Tim:
Look, I don't know where you heard that, but it's just a story. There's no such thing as the Boogeyman. I was trying to make sense of things. My dad left, I was upset. That's all that happened. Okay? It's late. Your parents will worry. Where do you live? I'll give you a ride.

Franny:
Next to the park. It's all right. I've got my own ride. [begins to leave.]

Tim:
Hey, Franny! [Franny stops and turns back] Count to five. When you're afraid, close your eyes and count to five. Sometimes it works for me.

Franny:
What happens when you get to six?

[Franny leaves.]