Buddy: When I was little, and I'd decide to run away... I'd pack my suitcase, and I'd walk down that hall, right past your room. You'd say, "Good-bye, honey, I'll see you later." And I'd march down those stairs... Ten minutes later, I'd be up here in this treehouse. Knowing that sooner or later you'd find me. I guess I knew that you'd find me this time, too. I am leaving. And... and it is soon. And I'm scared. But some part of me will always be up here in this treehouse... with you.
Doug: Well, then, can you come down? I'm getting a neck-ache, you know, staring up like this.