It's some kind of bed, made with twigs and moss. Not as comfortable as a real mattress, I'm sure, but it'll do.
It's a bed, made with twigs and moss.
Not the most comfortable bed I've slept in, but acceptable.
Mushrooms or chairs...or both?
Psychedelic furniture. I know some people at home who'd go crazy about stuff like that.
It's not a big fire, but it's comfortably warm in here, and the smoke has a very pleasant, very mellow, texture to it.
There are tunnels extending down into the earth behind the screen.
The Bandu Elder called this the Spirit Dig. I guess it has a special significance to the Banda. It doesn't feel particularly spiritual, but then what would I know about that.
The party's almost over, I'm tired, and I definitely don't feel like exploring the forest at this hour.
I don't think I should mess with the screen. It's probably there for a purpose.
It smells like incense and herbs in here, though, like a Buddhist temple.
<Go to sleep>
<Don't go to sleep>
I'll just lie down for a few...
...no, screw that, I'm getting a good night's sleep, that's what I'm doing. I've never been this tired in my life.
I'll just have a look around before I go to bed.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Wh--what?
Shut up!
Oh, don't go, please don't...go...
Oh, this is crazy, this really is crazy. Cortez the Red? And does Charlie really... He loves me.
(sleepily) April Bandu-embata. A Bak-Baar? I've spoken with the Banda...Spirits...
What are you doing here, you arrogant bitch? You don't think you can really save the world, do you?
Who are you?
Oh, don't tell me you don't recognize me, April Ryan.
That's...impossible. This is just another dream. I must be dreaming.
Think again, loser. This is as real as it gets.
I'm you.
Why are you here?
I'm sending you home, that's what. You're a sad little twit, don't you realize that?
Go away. Leave me alone.
How the hell am I supposed to do that, Einstein? I am you. You are me. Unfortunately for the both of us, we're inseparable.
I don't need this Freudian id crap, not now. There's so much I have to do, so many people I have to help.
Oh yeah, like you really believe that, like you really give a shit about those people. You're doing this for yourself, April, and that's why you're gonna fail.
Shut up.
"Shut up". That's always your way out, isn't it? Telling people to shut up when they speak the truth, and shutting them out when they get too close for comfort?
How do you think you're gonna hold up when this job gets tough if you can't rely on anybody, or believe in anything?
I'm doing it, aren't I?
Yeah, because what kind of choice did you have? Face your problems back home? Face the nightmares? I don't think so.
...but all you're doing is running straight into an inevitable nervous breakdown. Like right now -- you're talking to yourself, April. Now that's not something a mentally stable person would do, is it?
Shut up.
There's no point subjecting the entire world -- hey, two worlds! -- to your feeble attempts at redeeming yourself, is there?
Hey, don't tell me "I do it because Daddy hurt me". Screw that.
So you run, and you think you're putting distance between yourself and your fear of the past and the present...
Shhh. It's okay, April. It's okay.
Charlie? Charlie, is that you?
Shhh, don't you worry, I'm here, I'll take good care of you.
Oh God, Charlie, I'm so glad that...you're...you're... You're not here, you can't be. I'm still dreaming.
No. No, you're not dreaming. I'm here, but in spirit only.
Is it-- Is it really you, Charlie?
We are Charlie, your friend. We feel his heart and his mind, and his sleeping spirit joins us. But we speak from the great Digs of the beyond, where the songs of the Banda never end.
You're the dead?
We have passed into the Soil. We are spirits, and we have come to guide you.
Why Charlie? Why do you show me Charlie?
He loves you, and so he guides us here, into your heart and mind.
He loves me? Charlie loves me?
You are not alone in the world, April. There are many who care for you, your friends and your family. Your real family. You are not alone on your journey through life.
What do you know about my family...my real family?
They watch out for you, April. That's all we know. They have never abandoned you. They have just let you live the life you needed to live to...understand. It's important that you understand.
Understand what?
That life, even when difficult and painful, is a gift. That love is priceless, and rare, and precious. That every good action, every good thought, counts.
And that a single person can make a difference, can change the world, if she puts her mind to it, if she believes in herself and the people who believe in her.
But everything is so frightening... I don't understand half of what goes on around me.
Did not the Mother say she would help you, watch out for you? Did not Charlie and Emma, your friends, offer to give you a helping hand when you didn't even tell them the truth about what was going on?
And Cortez the Red, did he not prove himself a friend as well? How, then, can you be so afraid when you have so many spirits to be with you in your darkest hour?
Cortez the Red? Please, tell me what I have to do. I'm just fumbling in the dark here.
Follow your heart and your spirit, April, and use your mind. These are your weapons, and with them you will defeat Chaos.
When you wake, tell the Elder that you've had a Bak-Baar, that you've spoken with the Banda spirits, and that your name amongst our people is now April Bandu-embata, "April, Digger, who will seek and find".
