Cole: This patch of land was called Summerville, though few remember it now by that name. Summer left it long ago... Then the seasons ceased to turn and left it here. Here, where it's always Fall. Fall and falling into disrepair, dashed to pieces like forgotten leaves beneath our feet.

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A "Papa, can you hear me?"

B "Hello, Dolly!"

C "Hello gorgeous!"

D "Hi, I am here!"