The Commons

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

...lungs and chest.

Again, there are no signs

telling you which way to go...

No...

You have found it - the reason for your journey.

One slow glance ahead

bears unimaginable beauty and calm there...

Having one of your dreams?

The ones where you can't have a baby.

No, I wasn't.

Dad says that's why you cry in the night.

I wasn't crying.

- Yes, you were. - No, I wasn't.

I don't think happy dreams make that kind of mess.

Good morning, poppet.

Right, now...

Would madam like her injection before or after her tea?

Oh, before.

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Is this thing on? Hello?

I don't think it works like that, like a phone.

What can I tell you about day 29, then?

Your mother's more beautiful than day 28?

- Despite these panda eyes. - Mmm.

And you survived your first Category Five wind storm last night.

You slept through all the excitement.

How, after two years, are you getting worse at this?

I know, I know. It's a gift, right?

I'm sorry.

You'd better get all Velcro, OK,

because, uh, Mum can't take any more of my needlework.

OK?

Not even the teensiest bit excited?

Would be, but...

Dreams?

Towns in northern New South Wales

could run out of water as soon as next week.

Twelve regional centres face the much-dreaded day zero...

as the state's water crisis continues.

Hopes dashed...

Sorry, babe.

Water's bad today.

Greetings and salutations.

Sorry, maybe I'm still dreaming,

but I swear I thought

I just saw Shay

come into our house using his own key.

But that's impossible,

because you'd never give him a key.

That is something I would definitely never do.

And if I did, it would've been for an incredibly good reason.

There's no reason in the universe good enough for him to have a key.

And if I don't get it back by the end of the day,

you'd better lawyer up, because we'll be getting divorced.

I just want everyone to really, to hear that -

if Eadie doesn't get the key back by the end of the day,

she's going to divorce Lloyd.

Could it really be that easy?

I've been thinking of bumping him off

so I can have you all to myself,

but, you know, divorce would be a lot tidier.

Still want the key back.

You didn't just do that.

So is the end of the day sundown

or close of business? - OK, baby.

I love you. - Love you. Bye.

OK, baby, I love you.

- Have a good day. - What is on your face?

Don't do one for me. I'm home again today.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Rain acidity is in the top level.

Yes, but it's not going to rain today.

We get sent home if it's

over ten percent. - I read the e-mail,

but seven is not ten.

- It's near enough. - And yet so far

school says ten.

Who are we to argue?

Take it. Turn. Walk. Go.

I said it was going to rain.

I'm sure I said that.

Three spots of water does not a rain event make.

Now, your chariot approaches.

Just keep your hood on and stay under the umbrella.

OK, she's nearly here.

Ivy, come on.

She's gonna be here any second.

Here she is. Come on.

Argh! Aw, my eye! Ah!

- Ivy... - Ivy! What happened?

What happened? Show me. Show me. Sweetie, show me.

Ivy, show me your eye. - Ow!

Hey, not having the best of starts...

Because you made me get acid rain in my eye!

Born for the stage.

Ivy, sweetie,

let's take a peak at that eye, shall we?

Oh, God. I might just run her by the school nurse.

- I want to go to Mum's! - Aw.

Come on, let's go and get you fixed up.

Let's put this on.

Ivy's hurt her eye.

Ivy!

I really thought she was just being a bit dramatic,

but there you go.

Stepmonster status confirmed.

Anyway, call me when you can. Alright. Love you. Bye.

Hey.

Turn around and run.

That bad?

Storm injuries up to the eyeballs.

But if you won't be told, I need a neurological consult.

So what have you got?

Hey, Ben. This is Dr. Boulay,

the neuropsychologist I mentioned.

Hey. Eadie.

It looks like they've done a good job

with the brown paper and string.

So, Ben, you work out on the Richmond border

implementing the new residency measures?

Yeah. Every time there's a big

weather event, we get smashed with people

trying to come in who don't have permits yet.

Saw it on the news. Looked like a shocker.

Yeah, 3000 arrivals a day.

Traffic backed up for miles...

Please remain inside your vehicle.

Farmers walking off their land,

people leaving towns that can't be supplied.

Have your D9 city permit ready...

Everyone wants to move in closer.

Can I just speak to the border...

And something happened with one of the cars you stopped?

Yeah, a guy from out west,

he didn't have a permit.

And I'm giving him the spiel -

he's a visitor,

he needs to pay for a visitor's permit.

If he wants to move in,

he has to get a residency permit, et cetera.

How does he respond?

I'm not moving my truck! I got the address...

Oh, he's pretty agro.

He's banging on about why he can't just move in

with his friend who lives in the inner-west.

Happens all the time.

Um, I'm trying to calm him down...

That's fine, if you need to...

No-one's saying he can't move in eventually,

it's just about slowing down

the number of people coming in, until the infrastructure can cope.

He's gotta get in the queue?

You got a different solution?

What happens next?

Um...

I point him to the holding bay.

What does he do?

So you point him to the holding bay...

Um, he...

I point him to the holding bay.

I told him to get out of the car. He won't get out of the car.

And then he's, uh...

He's reaching.

And then what?

Ben?

Can you try and tell me what's happening?

I'm not sure if Salinda explained much

about the treatment I use.

Every time we remember something,

we deepen the bond

between what happened and the emotion we felt.

There's a window here to interrupt that process.

It won't erase the memory.