"No!"
The logs are floating. They're bad. Trouble. Change.
The people push the logs until they are red in the face, swearing when they stumble. They push HIM further away.
Oh… no. No…
He runs, legs digging, swimming, salt water stinging.
"Others, Walt… Others….NO!
"Vincent! Go back!"
HE can't mean it.
"Go back, boy. Vincent! Back!"
He turns back to Pretty Lady. He is hers now. She promised HIM.
"But Walt…. Others."
Vincent knows what he's saying. He wonders what HE hears as HE is floating away.
"Shhh…" Pretty Lady scratches his shoulders, his back. "It's okay, boy. It's okay."
