THE CAMERA FLIES OVER A CALM, GLASSY LAKE. THE WATER IS SO STILL IT LOOKS LIKE A MIRROR. MIST FLOATS JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE. THE SKY IS PURPLE AND ORANGE FROM THE SETTING SUN.
THE TWO BROTHERS WALK INTO A QUIET CLEARING. WILDFLOWERS GROW EVERYWHERE—YELLOWS, WHITES, PURPLES. THEIR FEET MAKE SOFT SOUNDS IN THE GRASS.
NEAR THE SHORE, THERE'S AN OLD BOAT. HALF OF IT IS UNDERWATER. MOSS COVERS THE WOOD LIKE A BLANKET. VINES WRAP AROUND THE SIDES.
THE OLDER BROTHER STOPS WALKING. HE STARES AT THE BOAT. HIS HAND RISES SLOWLY TO HIS CHEST.
older brother (voice barely above a whisper) "this is... this is the place."
HE WALKS FORWARD. KNEELS DOWN BY THE BOAT'S EDGE. HIS HAND SHAKES AS IT REACHES OUT.
[PRESS INTERACT]
THE OLDER BROTHER GENTLY PICKS UP A PIECE OF CLOTH TANGLED IN THE ROTTEN WOOD. IT'S FADED. TORN. BUT THE PATTERN IS STILL THERE—SMALL BLUE FLOWERS ON WHITE FABRIC.
IT'S PART OF THEIR MOTHER'S SHAWL.
HIS FINGERS CLOSE AROUND IT. HE BRINGS IT TO HIS FACE. BREATHES IN.
older brother (breaking) "mama..."
FLASH OF WHITE LIGHT. THE MUSIC SLOWS DOWN, THEN STOPS COMPLETELY. THE WORLD GOES SILENT. EVEN THE WIND STOPS.