Parker: *lands where Mother was, slamming the blade into the mossy wood* *stumbles back* Christy...! *spins around, as if searching for her, but sees only Mairin* Nicky! *finally, turns to Mairin* Ok...I was wrong about one thing...just one. She doesn't love me...and I just don't hate her... *grabs sword from the ground and stomps away* Come on kid, let's get you home.
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In the future...
Father: *spins towards the mantlepiece where a series of photoframes are suddenly empty* Parker... *turns towards the television, which no longer has a box for SKY, or a playstation parked beside it* CHRISTY? I don't know where you are, but you have got to do something. And fast.