Ambrosia

- I was glad to be heading home.

I always felt better when I was there.

Finn had even agreed to get out of the city for a while.

I told him it would be good for his painting.

Francesca, she'd been ready to join

before I'd even asked her.

I wish I could say the same for Theo.

He took a little more convincing.

Ah, I'd missed us all being together.

For a while we could live in our make-believe world,

like when we were kids.

I could already smell the salt hanging in the air.

It was familiar and conjured up memories, memories of home.

I didn't want anything to change.

Perhaps I hope spending time here together

would hold us closer so that we never came unraveled.

- It's a bit early to be flying a kite, isn't it?

Not really.

Do you need help fixing it?

I'm fine, thanks.

Okay.

I can't get it to fly.

It's a shame I only made one green kite.

You make your own kites then?

Yes.

That's cool.

I have quite a few.

Different colors for different days.

I try to fly a different kite each morning.

Always this early?

- What did you say your name was?

I didn't.

I'm Harriet.

I'm India.

India, what a colorful name.

What's that?

- Oh, it's pictures and a letter I found.

Mum's been keeping it.

Is this your family?

Yeah.

The letter is from my grandmother to her friends,

an invitation to a masquerade ball.

What an eccentric bunch.

Well, they're artists.

It's to be expected.

Is it?

- They're aware of things people don't even know are there.

You're an artist then?

Yeah.

- You should try and channel them, your relatives.

You should dress up like them.

Okay.

- It would be a nice homage to them.

Well, I'll be going.

See you tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

I look forward to getting to know you.

- No one ever really knows anyone, India.

- When I looked into the broken mirror

I saw my true reflection.

Too tight?

No, it's okay.

Fran, that dress is beautiful.

I can't believe you made it.

I'm just glad you like it.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just tired.

You sure you're all right?

You seem a little bit dreamy.

Just didn't get much sleep.

- Oh, you just need Finny to give you a little massage.

That's all.

There you go.

You look gorgeous.

- Okay, let go of this for a little sec.

Close your eyes.

What?

Close your eyes.

Oh.

You like them?

- Yes. - Good.

- You actually listen to me.

Mm-hm.

Everything was perfect.

Except for the pain.

It made me feel alone, even though

I could feel his warmth against my skin.

This pain was invisible.

But being invisible didn't make it less real.

Slowly rocking forwards and backwards.

I felt like a shadow of myself.

- Let's have a masquerade party, just like the invitation.

We'll invite everyone we know.

That is a really good idea.

Fran, you could display your costumes if you want.

And Finn, this is your opportunity

to have your first exhibition.

And India, if you want you could show your photos.

- And what are you going to do, Theodore, just get drunk?

- Ah, someone has to sample the punch.

- You can woo all the old ladies.

We had played

amongst these mangroves since we were kids.

Each turn and bend along the way had a memory, a story.

Yet now I found myself wondering, did the others

feel as connected to me as I did to them?

Harriet's words played over in my head.

What did she mean, nobody ever really knows anyone?

Fine.

I just think people have things that they're hiding.

Yeah, but you have to try.

Otherwise you'll end up alone and have absolutely nothing.

- And sometimes people have nothing.

The way I see it is you come into this world alone

and that's exactly how you leave it.

No, that's not right.

I think you come into this world

to make connections with people.

You know that picture I showed you

of my grandmother and her friends?

We're going to dress up like them.

We?

My friends at Ambrosia.

Fran is a sewer.

She's incredible.

Finn paints.

And my brother thinks he's some kind of thespian.

- And you immortalize people in your photographs.

- So you brought another kite today.

What's this one symbolize?

Today is remembrance.

For what?

- Things we shouldn't have forgotten.

Hi.

- I was getting worried about you.

I went for a walk.

Well thanks for telling me.

Sorry, you were sleeping.

I didn't want to wake you.

What's this then?

I don't know.

I haven't quite decided yet.

- Do you know what you're going to paint before you start

or does it just happen?

What?

- Like the colors and everything, do you see them

on the blank canvas or does it just happen?

Well, I see the colors.

I mean, I always see the colors.

I just don't know where I'm gonna put 'em.

Would you ever paint people?

No, they don't interest me.

- And what does this mean to you?

- Look, it doesn't have to mean anything.

- When I take a photograph I don't take it of just anything.

I wait.

For what?

- For that moment when you realize you've stopped watching,

and you see the picture in the lens

and you feel that tiny flicker of emotion,

and then it just falls away.

Would you ever paint me?

I don't know.

You don't want to.

No, it not that.

- Too ugly. - No.

Look, I do abstract, okay?

I don't do portraits.

I could be abstract.

You often are.

Look, I don't how I would capture you

and recreate everything that you are with oil.

- You don't have to capture everything about me.

You're the painter.

You choose what to show and what to hide.

That simple, eh?

I'm not that complex.

Look, I know you.

I'm going to get come chai.

What are you reading?

- I am reading a very interesting play by Jonson

called Every Man in His Humor.

Very good.

- Yeah, yeah, I think I've read that one.

I'm up to scene six.

- Oh, okay. - Mm-hm.

Yeah.

What's your favorite part?

- Um, um, probably towards the end.

It's really inspiring.

Yeah, it's nice.

Yeah?

Which scene?

Um, scene 10, yeah.

Of act one or act two?

Act one, yeah.

I don't think you've got there yet.

You'll really like it.

- Um, act one only goes up to scene six.