Anna: Isn't it beautiful here, Alisa?
Alisa: Yes, Heather's parents have a lovely property.
*wind whistles through the dogwood*
Alisa: There's a lot of time to sit here and think.
*more wind whistles through the dogwood*
Alisa: What are you thinking about, Anna?
Anna: That thing.
Alisa: What thing?
Anna: That thing, in the middle of the yard...
Anna: It was just there...
Anna: and I don't know why.
