- Paris, Texas -

- That's my dad, and your grandfather.
- What was is name?
- Travis.
- Same name as yours. Where is he now?
- He died a couple years after this picture, on that car.
- Oh, he's dead. Well can you feel that he's dead?
- What do you mean?
- You remember when he was walking around and talking, right?
- Yeah.
- So can you feel that he's gone?
- Yeah... sometimes. I know he's dead.
- I never felt like you were dead. I could always feel you around walking and talking... some place.

"You see, my daddy... he had this idea... he had this idea in his head that was kind of a sickness. He had this idea about her... and... he looked at her, but he didnt see her. He saw this idea."

"I wanted to see him so bad, that i didn't even dare imagine him anymore."

"I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though i was alone. I walked around for months talking to you.
Now i don't know what to say.
It was easier when i just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations... the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I would hear you, i would see you, smell you... i could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night just like you were there in the room with me.
Then it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud like i used to but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you.
Then... i just gave up. Everything stopped.
You... just disappeared."