Woodland Grey

Ah... ah. Ah...

Hello?

I should go to a hospital. You have to let me go.

I need to leave!

Arg! Ah!

Fine. I'll stay.

Ah!

Thank you!

I think...

It's better.

I'm Emily.

I like your place, it's nice.

It's quaint.

I used to go camping with my grandfather.

He had this stupid orange and blue tent.

And it smelled like mould.

Anyway, he used to make all kinds of things on the fire.

It's a nice flavor.

Mesquite, I think.

This is really painful.

You don't have Aspirin or anything?

I had some in my bag.

Hey!

I had a bag!

Where's my bag?

Ah!

Are you a doctor?

Are you a paramedic?

A nurse?

I had to take care of myself.

- Ah! - It's not broken.

He speaks.

I could go for a Dusty's triple cheeseburger right now.

It's this place up in New Canaan.

It's the best burger in America, Dusty's Grill. They marinate

the patties for four hours and each one is just a little bit

bigger than the bun.

Even the cheese they use, haaaa...

Do you know where they have them?

Just outside this fucking forest!!!

Where are you from?

It doesn't matter.

Um...

Do you like movies? What's your favorite film?

- Okay, look, we don't have... - Mine's Casablanca.

- Pff! - What does that mean?

No, it's just... every girl...

- Oh you know other girls? Does some of them live

in this forest?

Should we invite them over sometime?

Listen...

I think we should talk about me heading out.

- As soon as you're ready. - Tomorrow?

It has to be tomorrow. I'm running out of time.

You've got somewhere to be?

- Doctor's appointment. I can't miss it.

I'll show the quickest way.

- Why do you not really look at my face?

Stop it, okay?

Okay.

What's your favorite color?

What's your favorite animal?

Stop it. Stop it!!!

Stop telling me every fucking thing in your head.

It isn't necessary to tell me every fucking

thought that you have.

I don't need to hear any of it.

I'm just a man, okay?

Sorry!!! Sorry, again...

Sorry...

Sorry...

Sorry. Sorry. Ah! Sorry!

- Sorry! - Yeah...

Oh my God!

- Moses Rafferty Memoirs, 1971. We were stationed at Khy Sanh.

I'll never forget that night we did that recon mission

with a son of a bitch; Sergeant Jack Goldfarb leading us out.

We'd only gone a few miles when I realized we were going

in the wrong direction.

I didn't say anything. Goldfarb decided to...

set up camp in a clearing.

I guess I dozed off. Next thing I know, everyone around me hit

the ground, but I knew what was happening.

So, I hit the deck and I stayed still.

I didn't make a sound.

And out of the jungle came out all those Charlies.

My heart was pounding, trying to burst out of my chest.

You know sometimes, you can play hero and sometimes,

you just got to suck it up and play dead.

I was the only one playing dead.

You know, you make decisions as you go a long, sometimes

they come back to haut you.

I should have said something.

I knew we were in the wrong place.

Tom, Goldfarb and the rest of the guys...lost like that.

It doesn't...it just doesn't...

heal ever.

Sorry, peanut.

It's okay.

- I guess that's good enough for today, you think?

- Yeah, of course, it's totally up to you.

- Hey, so when do you go up to this college again?

In three weeks.

I told you, they have a med school. The medical facility is

all set for dialysis on campus. It'll be super easy for me.

I can do this in between classes.

Good.

You know, the closest I ever came to biting it in the war

was when we were disoriented. We all need something to keep

us on track. We can't all be Bogart, smooth-talking his way

around Casablanca. - Almost done.

- Thank you. - No problem.

- I bought this compass when I got back home.

- Grandpa, you don't have to give me your compass.

- I'm being buried with this compass.

It's going to help me find my way back to your grandma.

So, you're going to be here tomorrow, right?

Hmm-hmm. Yep, of course.

- Because Tyler's got a hot date.

Oh!

I will definitely be here.

Thanks, peanut.

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

It's me! Sorry I'm late!

Grandpa?

Yeah! This is good. Thank you! I appreciate it.

- Emy? Talk to me. What is happening?

- Nothing. I just need to clear my head for a bit.

- I don't like this. - I'm fine. Back, I promise.

We'll talk when I get back, okay? We'll catch up and stuff.

- Okay, how is that what I'm worried about right now?

Can...

Can I at least come pick you up or something?

- When you're done? - I'll catch a ride back

in a few days, seven tops, can't be much longer than that,

doctor's orders! Got to get my fix. Thank you again.

I appreciate it. - Fine.

But if you're not back in seven days, you are a missing person.

Seven days! I'm counting.

No!

Shit. Shit!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Play dead.

Ah!

Stop...Stop it!!!

Stop telling me every fucking thing in your head!

I don't need to hear any of it!

Sorry!! Sorry again...

Sorry. Sorry...ah!

Sorry!

Hello?

It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.

Hello?