JULIE: (She’s frantic.) NO! No- It’s nothing! I’m- I dropped my microphone! I need to find it! Stay over there, I need to find it-

JULIE: (Her voice is different.) You won’t be around for much longer. You’ll go away by Homewarming, I’ll never see you again! No one will - no one will ever know you were here, and it’ll be fine! I’m as good as I ever was, I’m Julie Joyful! I’m - (She gasps.)

FRANK: Julie…

JULIE: (She sounds like she is whimpering, out of breath.) No…

FRANK: Is that… from Springtime…?

JULIE: (Her voice sounds shaky.) We weren’t supposed to walk this way… I don’t know why I walked this way… (She sounds exhausted, but firm.) Frank, you shouldn’t be here…

FRANK: Julie, it’s- it’s alright, please. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s only a flower-

JULIE: That’s not true, Frank.

FRANK: (Frank is firm.) Yes, it is! W-Who cares if one bud is closed-

JULIE: The bud… is closed… and I can’t open it. No matter what I do or say, it won’t open. But…

FRANK: …But?

JULIE: But… I… I can still hear it. (She pauses.) I can hear it calling to me, Frank. No… I can feel it calling to me.

FRANK: What… What are you saying?

JULIE: …I don’t know how… Even though there's no words, I can feel it speaking… I don’t know this feeling… I don’t know what it wants-

FRANK: (He sounds mad.) Julie, this is ridiculous! Hearing feelings- We need to do something about this! What if someone heard you talking this way?!

JULIE: (Julie starts tearing up.) …Like you? [NOTE: 1:40 AUDIBLE CLICKS] (She starts crying.)

FRANK: Julie, please, there’s a way out- please don’t cry. (He is trying to console her.)You - you’re tired, we’ve been at it for too long, work has gotten to you… (He pauses.) I know what we’ll do. I know how to fix this! (He sounds like he is walking away.)

JULIE: (She sounds tired and confused.) Huh…?

(Sound of footsteps as Frank returns.)

JULIE: Frank, no…

FRANK: (Out of breath.) We’re going - (A shovel hits the soil.) - to dig it up.

JULIE: (She sounds scared.) Oh, no, no, no Frank, please, no-

FRANK: If we dig it up, we can hide it somewhere. Eventually, it’ll dry up and-!

JULIE: And…?!

(They are both quiet for a moment. The sound of a heartbeat can be heard.)

FRANK: (He talks firmly.) What would you rather do? Keep wandering into the woods on your own?! Keep talking to nothing!? Crying over what you can’t make sense of?!

JULIE: It’s not nothing!

FRANK: I see you at dusk, Julie! Everyday I see you before the clock tower calls its curfew. I doubt I’m the only one.

JULIE: …Frank?

FRANK: Please, Julie…. You can’t go on like this.

JULIE: …What will we-

FRANK: We’ll hide it in my potting shed. Then… we can just - put this behind us. And you won’t have to carry this anymore. No one has to know.

JULIE: (She’s shaky.) …O-Okay. Just… Please don’t make me do it, please don’t make me watch.

FRANK: …Of course, Julie. Go home.

[Audio ends.]