— I've been daydreaming a lot about it lately... about me being far away from here, y'know? but like, really, reaaally far away... Somewhere where there are no forest, no green at all. I've been daydreaming about the desert. Maybe on the other side of the country? Where nobody knows anything about me, where i'm just a random sheep walking down the road and... christ all mighty, the road... there is nothing but dead soil, not a single soul in miles. It's just me walking down this straight old-as-water interstate and all that there are dry bushes and maybe a snake every now and then waiting for prey... I...
—...sounds like something on the other side of the country, yeah. Colorado? Utah? I dunno. You got this california sheep vibe on you, so i'm guessing that could be, too.
—The sky, Fran. I wish you could... see it. The sky I see when i'm there and I look up. It's so... blue. Dark blue, deep as the ocean. And the sun is right there! and everything is so, so, so bright! And the horizon has this big, really big mountains--
—We, do have some, uhm, mountains here? Kinda surrounded by them, Wooly?
—I never reach them. It doesn't matter how much I walk. No matter how many days go by--they're always in the horizon! It's just me, my backpack filled with food and water and...
—You're days walking in the desert but food and water never run out?
—...and you are there. You... i'm... i'm so fucking afraid of looking back because I don't know where i'm going but it know i'm going in the opposit direction of where home is. I know if I look back i'll be looking at the town. At my fucking house and my bitch mother and. And I cannot help but cry. I stop dead in my tracks and cry because I, for second look over my shoulder and you are there. And you don't, don't ask me about--you don't ask for me to come back. To turn around, to--return! You are just, there, expecting me to turn around even if you don't say it.
—...Like i'm... tormenting you...?
— No... like you are there to make sure I don't trip and... to help me go back on my hooves if I do. And I can feel how you feel. You don't want me gone, you don't like watching me go. And yet you are there for me in case I...
—Trip?
—...in case I regret it.

—What do you think is in the mountains?
—Nothing, wolf. Nothing at all.

—Would you leave me?
—I don't want to.
—But would you?

—...I'm think i'm gonna s-skip school t-tomor-row...
—I could stay. Tonight and... tomorrow, too, it that's okay.
—You sure? What if your dad finds out?
—Couldn't give enough fucks about him, really.

—...Fran?
—Holly?
—...I wouldn't.