[Amelia falls silent. Her mind is guarded and only whispers of her voice can be heard, asking herself how she'll say it, it's been so long now, it's still so...

(For a second he can see the smile of a beautiful person and it's for her as if she was the only one it was made for.)

To her own surprise, the witch answers easily.]

Well, like I said, it's a good song for one. I remember falling asleep to it on the radio.

[There's a pause as she glances at the window to look at her flower garden. When she speaks up again her voice is soft and reverent.]

And that boy existed. Long before I ever knew he did.

I learned a lot from him.