Dream: ...
Dream look at the picture.
Tommy: Oh is that you?
Dream: Yes.
Wilbur: ...You're alone.
Dream: My mother took this for me.
Wilbur: What your mother looks like?
Dream: She....She always kind and care about me.
Tommy: What about your father?
Dream: .....
Dream hug Wilbur.
Wilbur: What's wrong?
Dream: It just....It's fine. He hates me....
Tommy: Oh I'm sorry.
Dream: It's okay. I'm fine.
Dream smile at them.
Wilbur: ....
Dream: And this is my favorite picture....this is the only left...before she died...
Tommy: Oh...
Dream: She is-She died by hit the car....it was accident.
Wilbur: What's happened to you?
Dream: I run away after 3 years.
Wilbur: And we met?
Dream nods.
Wilbur: So you run away when you were 4?
Dream nods again.
Tommy: How did you run if you're young?
Wilbur: I don't know.
Dream: I can run so fast.
Tommy: Who are you?
Dream: I'm dream. I'm a normal child.
Wilbur: Okay?
Tommy: I don't think-
Dream: Do you have paper?
Wilbur: Yes.
Dream: Can I draw it?
Wilbur: Sure.
Tommy: What are you gonna draw?
Dream: Hmm...Flowers and sky!
Dream thinks: I don't wanna talk about my family...
