[last lines]
Catherine:
[voice over]
How many days have I lost? How can I get back to the place where I started? I'm outside a house, trying to find my way in. But it is locked and the blinds are down, and I've lost the key, and I can't remember what the rooms look like or where I put anything. And if I dare go in inside, I wonder... will I ever be able to find my way out?
[Catherine looks up; Hal is standing in front of her]
Catherine:
Sometimes in my head I think it works, and then... Sometimes I just think it's crazy.
Hal:
There's nothing wrong with you.
Catherine:
I think I'm like my dad.
Hal:
I think you are, too.
Catherine:
I'm afraid I'm like my dad.
Hal:
You are not him.
Catherine:
Maybe I will be.
Hal:
Maybe, and maybe you'll be better.
Catherine:
It was like... connecting the dots. Some nights I could connect three or four of them, and some nights they'd be really far apart. I'd have no idea how to get to the next one, if there was the next one. It just seems really stitched together and lumpy. Dad's stuff was way more elegant.
Hal:
Talk me through it and tell me what's bothering you.
Catherine:
[voice over]
If I go back to the beginning, I could start it over again. I could go line by line, try and find a shorter way. I could try to make it... better.
