The Voices

What are you doing?

I'm capturing the moment.

Do you always have to film everything?

Stop!

Go on, go on.

You say you love the 4th.

Yeah, and sparklers and fireworks.

Yeah, and picnics.

Heck yeah. - Okay, yeah,

what else?

Oh, kids.

Nevermind. - Oh, sorry.

No.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

David?

What are you doing?

Grace, I want to ask you a question.

Yeah?

Would you please give me your ring finger

so I may propose to you?

Jesus!

Put on the full armor of God

so you can take a stand against the devil's schemes.

He's the only one who can help you.

Okay, okay.

Hello?

Hey?

I was really nervous to show up.

It's fine, my fault - I hope

I don't have a phone. - it's okay.

Of course.

You're my little sister.

I didn't have time to tidy up. - Oh, my God.

I thought you'd redesign the whole place.

Cat, this is amazing.

I can't believe this whole house is yours.

Well you weren't old enough to get it, so.

No, it's good, I'm glad you did.

Is that our Magicland?

I dug it out of storage before Abby was born.

I missed you.

I'm really sorry I wasn't there for you

when you needed me.

And here you are when I need you.

I'm the big sister.

It's my job to protect.

Take a look around.

I'm in the downstairs bedroom.

You're in Mom and Dad's old room.

I never go in there.

Yeah, okay.

Um, I need to sort out an idea

for my thesis for next semester.

Do you have WiFi?

No central heat either.

Oh, yeah.

Go on, take a look around.

I have to get some more wood chopped.

Do you need some help?

You bring an ax?

Will you help me carry the firewood in?

You wouldn't move.

You couldn't have gotten out of the way for two seconds.

Instead you just...

I thought I'd rather stand my ground.

And how did that work out?

It's hard to remember.

Yeah, concussions tend to have that effect.

How many days are you staying?

You sick of me already?

No, I just, I don't drink much anymore.

Well, drink up.

It's a special occasion.

Your little sister's in town.

I'm sorry your engagement is off.

Yeah, well,

I'm not.

What can I say?

They were horny and I was passed out.

It's kinda my fault if you think about it.

Grace.

And on my birthday, too.

Yeah, well,

they're both lying assholes.

They will be perfect for each other.

Grace. - What?

It's okay to be hurt.

You don't have to hide it.

You loved them and they betrayed you.

My own husband did the same thing.

After court, I,

I begged him to bring Abby up here

so I could say goodbye.

I'm sorry.

I pretended to hate him

'cause I didn't wanna be hurt.

Letting myself feel sad is the only way I could heal.

I'm sad I can't always hear the floorboards crying.

They're loud sometimes and sleeping makes my stomach hurt.

What?

What?

It's time for bed.

I sleep when the sun goes down.

I like to keep a consistent pattern.

Please do the same.

Okay, ma'am.

The dishes can wait.

Good night.

David.

Do you love me?

Yeah.

Will you always love me?

No.

I like the Rainbow Crunch.

Where are you going?

It's your turn.

I don't want to play hide and seek.

I want to play Magicland.

If you don't play your turn,

Penny's gonna play for you.

Abby?

What are you doing? - Jesus.

Why are you spying on me?

I wasn't spying. - What are you doing?

I was cold, I was just coming to get another blanket.

I will get you a blanket!

Cat, you're freaking me out.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Get some sleep.

Good night!

Night, Cat.

Okay, um, it's December 18th.

I guess I don't really know how to start.

This is stupid.

I'm Grace Elizabeth Crawford.

It's December 18th and I'm on winter break.

I don't really know why I'm recording this.

Dammit, I'm completely not sure about the ethics

of this either.

My sister,

my sister...

She moved here six years ago,

our family's old cabin in the middle of nowhere.

She moved here six years ago

shortly after divorcing her husband.

I haven't spoken to her much since her move here.

No phone.

I wrote her letters, she rarely writes back.

Since arriving, I've noticed her displaying

several symptoms of someone...

She has been...

My sister.

Good morning.

Coffee?

Sure.

You sleep okay?

Sure.

The blanket helped, thank you.

It's really cold in that room.

I don't go in that room.

Everything okay?

Yeah, my stomach's not feeling great.

I have some antacids. - Oh, no, I'm fine,

really.

One or two?

Okay.

You wanna talk about last night?

What's to talk about?

You were talking like a child.

I was tidying up.

You were talking to Abby.

But Abby isn't there Catherine.

Cat, talk to me.

You think I don't know that?

You think I don't know that my daughter isn't here?

You think I need you to drive all the way up here

to tell me that?

You have no idea what it's like

having your daughter just taken from you!

Cat, oh, Cat, come here, come here.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Shh, it's okay.

Do you remember holding me like this?

At night?

I was six.

When Mom died.

And I didn't understand why she would do that.

And Dad didn't take it well.

He'd spend all his time at the cabin

and leave us home alone.

He just didn't know how to deal with all my questions.

You remember what scared me?

Nothing.

Yeah, nothing.

The thought of nothing.

Not existing.

I was okay when I thought of death