Imaginaerum
That's it. Gently.
We should head back inside, Tom.
Get you warm.
There's a big storm coming.
He looks kind of creepy, doesn't he?
I'll be right behind you, Tom.
E minor.
It's the right chord.
Hello.
- Ms. Whitman, it's Doctor Jansson.
I have some bad news.
What's wrong with you, princess?
Why won't you spin?
We had to bring your father in again.
As we predicted,
his episodes are becoming frequent.
Yeah... I understand.
Mr. Whitman
Tom.
You have to come a distance, but if
we could discuss this in person...
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Bye.
Can you hear me, Mr. Whitman?
''Matthew knew it was hopeless.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Mr. White's body was melting
even as Matthew watched.
The snowman could no longer speak
The happy face Matthew had loved -
now was nothing but slush.
Matthew stared up into the sky, -
watching the winter's last snowflake
floating down.
Some said its touch held
the power of magic, -
but Matthew had lost his faith
in stories.
But when the snowflake finally touched
Mr. White's outstretched arm, -
spread outward from it, -
and the puddle of water
as it turned to ice.
Matthew's heart filled with joy
as he watched Mr. White come alive
The story of winter's last snowflake
had come true.
The magical winter would never end''
Time to go to bed, children.
You're that new boy, Tom.
You made that snowman in the backyard.
I'm Ann.
What's that?
She's beautiful.
Can't you talk?
I can talk.
Are those your parents?
That's my mom.
She got sick and
She's dead now.
My dad's a pilot.
- Is he dead too?
He's not dead!
My dad's Theodore Whitman.
And he's a hero.
He saved all his passengers
from a tornado.
But he crash-landed.
And when he gets rescued
he'll come and get me.
Nobody here has any parents.
- Lights out!
Good night, Tom.
Sleep tight, princess.
You'll melt for this.
Well, well, well...
Look who's here.
It's good to see an old friend.
I was just standing there
in the backyard, -
minding my own business,
and I felt this sting on my arm.
What?
I think it was that little thing.
Tom, let's you and me take a trip.
See where it goes next.
Who knows? Maybe we'll bump
into someone you used to know.
Encounter things
you've only dreamed of.
I... I'm dreaming.
That's why everything is so weird.
So come on. It'll be fun.
You'll be safe with me.
Listen, buddy, if you're too scared
to come along, I understand.
Maybe you're not a chip
off the old block.
you can just go back to bed.
Or you can come with me
and have an adventure.
It feels so real!
Ice and genuine oak.
Hang on, buddy.
Let's go!
Now there's a sight for sore eyes
What's that?
- It's nothing, buddy.
Just a rotten pile of wood and steel.
Why don't we go take a look at it?
Look, it's your father.
Aren't you excited to see him?
It's just a dream.
This is as real as it gets for you,
buddy.
Ms. Whitman?
Your father has
multi-infarct dementia.
multiple strokes.
several times over the phone.
Yes, we have.
But given his current condition...
- You want to pull the plug.
Well, it's not quite like that
He's not on life support
Though his heart did stop twice
We've brought him back, but to
keep doing it... -Where do I sign?
You're making the right decision.
It's best to let him go.
He's been living in a fantasy world
for the last couple of years.
He's regressed to childhood.
I just think it would be cruel to...
I can reach you at your father's
if we need to, uh, speak.
I don't expect you'd be flying back
in this weather.
No.
Well, I'll leave you two alone.
Nothing has changed, has it?
I'm not even a memory, am I?
I'm just a blur.
Like always.
You know,
I waited so long for you to reach out.
This was a mistake.
I've done enough for you.
Oh no!
We need to turn back!
It's too late! I can't!
No! Help!
No! Help!
- Hang on!
What?
What is this?
It's just you being you.
Hi, Tom.
It's been a while.
Do I know you?
- Of course
we were kids. -You're crazy
I was.
For a while.
Come here.
Let me me patch you up.
You're wondering where you are...
I'm in a dream.
With a crazy woman.
If I am,
it doesn't reflect well on you.
In all sorts of ways.
Actually,
I used to be your voice of reason.
You were very good
at a lot of things.
But dealing with real world
wasn't one of them.
None of this makes any sense.
It should.
I'm just saying the things
you expect me to.
Buddy!
Hey! Where are you?
Hey! I'm here!
- Quiet.
He'll find you.
Oh! Leave it.
It'lljust remind you of him.
You're nuts.
Leave me alone!
Selfish and rude.
Yep, that's the Tom I know.
The Snowman isn't the best tour guide,
you know.
He's not what he seems.
Don't let him steal the rest of you.
I can 't see you, buddy!
I'm....
- Give me a yell, loud as you can!
Wretched brat, you're hiding!
Not so nice now, oh, is he?
Hey, you!
Be careful out here.
Those tracks are unstable.
A lot of them could collapse
on us at any time.
Why is this thing here?
- Beats me.
Somebody thought it was a great idea
to build it on this godforsaken place.
Hey! Wait!
Do you know where that music's
coming from? I've heard it before.
Kid, we've all heard it.
All day, every day.
Same damn melody.
Makes me sick.
Aaah! Come on!
Dammit!
Why do I even bother?
This thing can't be fixed!
What do you want to do, Gem?
Gem!
Just leave it.
It's lifeless.
Yes. Thank you
Let it rot.
You be careful.
Song of myself...
Worthless brat! I let him
out of my sight for a minute!
And all this bullshit shows up!
The little runt's more trouble
than he's worth.
Ah, dammit!
Oh, woopsy! I missed a spot.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
I was just looking for you.
And now, I found you.
Come here!
Let me take a look at you!
What?
What, this?
Just took a bit of a beating
in the storm, is all.
Hey! What do you say
we have some fun, huh?
No! What's wrong with you?
First, we fall, now this!
This dream's stupid.
I'm leaving. -Hey! Hold up, pal.
Relax.
I got something for just the two of us.
Two tickets to the circus.
It'll be great, buddy.
Let me show you. -No.
Leave me alone!
You're making this too weird.
Don't you walk away from me!
Get out of there!
Come see what they've got!
- Go away!
It's okay, I'm not mad.
Come and share -
this painting with me.
No.
No! What happened?
What have you done?
Unveiling of me,
the magician that never failed.
This deep sigh
coiled around my chest
Hi, Tom.
I'm glad you got away.
What did you do with my Arabesque?
- You used to call it your princess.
Tell me.
Could she really spin like you said?
Or is that just another stupid lie?
Sorry.
Another story.
A silver platter!
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