Sometimes I know I can fly.
I don't even have a cape.
Tap, tap, tap.
Caleb.
Flash, flash, flash.
Mallory.
Why does she want me to listen?
She doesn't know me,
I don't care.
She doesn't see that.
She must spend more time here,
babbling to me,
than to her own daughter.
Lennox.
Pretty Lennox.
Where is she now, Christine?
Does she know me?
Has she seen my face?
When I find her,
will she see right through me?
The ghost of her past.
I must be her gaurdian angel.
I can fly.
