Imaginaerum Page #3

And then, she ended up dead

because of you.

I hope it was worth it.

Ouch! Sh*t!

Bonjour, mon general!

This. This is how small I was

in his magical, musical world.

D'you know he'd written songs

for everyone around him?

Maybe even for this little bastard here.

But never...

never for my mom or me.

Un, deux, trois, quatre!

Bonjour, mon general!

You were fortunate to find your way.

What's happening?

Where am I?

Why the battlefield, Sir.

You've fought in this room

for many years. Ha!

I'm ashamed that I wounded you

so grievously. And for nothing.

I don't know what you mean.

- Please, Sir, don't spare my feelings.

It was a mighty blow I struck.

I can only beg for your forgiveness.

I stepped on you.

- Tut-tut! I ambushed you.

But, Sir, my motives were pure.

It was a brave attempt to stop you

from going with the accursed snowman.

That evil pig!

It's the memories, Sir.

He takes them!

Takes you further in the darkness.

But why?

- You got old!

Still, you've got the best of him...

at least for now.

The best memories hurt him.

You've chased the very best one.

That girl...

- Yes! Your daughter!

What a girl! What a memory!

Ah, c'est magnifique!

You remember best through the things

you both shared as children.

Like myself or

the pretty mademoiselle -

within the glass bubble.

Hm, yes You loved us well

and so did your daughter.

I don't remember her

- Ah, well...

There's nothing to be done then

C'est la vie!

This is as far as we go.

No. -Sir

I need your help.

I need to remember her.

I need to find her!

Comrades!

En avant! Marche!

You still have memories

that were precious to you.

You hid them. We know where

It's not too far.

I don't think I have many left.

- Oh, no.

I don't even know

who am I anymore.

We all take wounds, Sir.

I'm sorry about that.

- Don't be, Sir.

I'm a mere soldier.

Just a casualty of war.

You could have disposed of us

Instead, you handed us on, -

and you told your daughter

how important we were.

Hourra! Hourra!

We have to hurry, Sir.

The night your mother

had the accident...

If Tom had gotten home earlier,

things might have been different.

He was with you, Ann!

- It's not what you think.

Back then,

my life was out of control.

Things were crazy,

with the band, with everything.

It got too much for me.

I took some pills. But I didn't

take enough, because I woke up.

And then, when I did, Tom was there.

I didn't plan it that way.

I don't want to hear this.

- He stayed with me.

But he would not look at me,

not after what I had done.

I bet that little stunt really screwed

with your precious band.

No, no.

Yeah, it was the end of the band.

True, but no, you see,

what I'd done was.

Ah, I don't know,

too personal for him.

You don't know.

- Know what?

Oh, Gem, honey.

You don't know that

Tom's father killed himself?

Yeah Theodore Whitman shot

himself in the head.

And Tom watched it happen.

What I did was hard on him.

And that night,

your mother had the accident.

That's what broke up the band.

He didn't care but he knew

he was going to lose you as well.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I don't think

you know your father at all.

He worshipped Theodore

in spite of his dark moods.

From what Tom told me,

he could be really mean.

So, when Tom felt himself

going down the same path, -

he pushed you away.

I know.

He pushed very hard.

We have arrived, Sir.

I remember...

Yes, I locked them away!

They're here!

May I say, Sir, it has been

a pleasure to serve you and yours.

"Miracles come in small packages.

It takes so little to turn a child into

the most fortunate being in the world"

"It wasn't much of a circus.

It was cheap, shabby and rundown.

And she was enchanted

by everything she saw, -

laughing and squeezing my hand.

The first time I felt like a father,

watching her smile"

Why couldn't he just told me this?

He did tell you, in his way,

the only way he knew.

Oh man, I was always hoping

there might be something -

that would make it all worthwhile.

Not this nonsense.

- Oh my God!

These aren't just scattered

thoughts or feelings. Look!

Mon dieu! A l'attaque!

Some of this is complete,

but the rest...

His words stop or just trail off.

Gaps, spaces...

"She's a true reflection of her mother,

my broken missing love.

So small but as wise

and as beautiful as she was.

I am proud with love.

Now I push her away"

"She must not share my darkness.

I hope she'll understand one day"

So this is where you stashed

all the good stuff, huh?

What? This? I just took

a bit of a beating, is all.

You should see your little friends.

I know what you've been up to.

Congratulations.

What did we learn, huh?

Your daddy had his fill of you,

took his own life.

The songbird tried the same trick.

Then there's your little girl...

She hates you.

Nothing left if you ask me...

It seems like

you don't have much left either.

I've got one thing:

Magic.

Light brings darkness.

What sweet irony.

It's your world, your rules.

Now I wonder who dreamed that up.

And here it comes.

It's like watching

your greatest fear come alive.

A crow flew to me,

kept its distance

Such a proud creation

I saw its soul,

envied its pride

But needed nothing it had.

An owl came to me, old and wise

Pierced right through my youth

I learned its ways,

envied its sense

But needed nothing it had.

A dove came to me,

had no fear

It rested on my arm

I touched its calm,

envied its love

But needed nothing it had.

A swan of white,

she came to me

The lake mirrored

her beauty sweet

I kissed her neck,

adored her grace

But needed nothing she could give.

Ann. Ann!

Look!

That's your dad for you.

Yeah, but just look at it.

I mean, he did all this by hand.

There are spaces,

things he didn't finish.

He started writing things down -

when he realized

that he was losing his mind.

So where is the last page?

What was it?

All these fragments, memories...

It's his life.

Oh great.

- Hold on, I'll check if it's a fuse.

Yep, it's the power:

Of course, the phone's dead.

I'm going over there.

Oh! Goddammit.

I can't call a cab.

Hey, I got a car.

- Really? Let's go.

Sorry, old man.

Your daughter's

not picking up her phone.

Must be the storm.

No!

Not yet! I'm not finished!

It's nearly over now!

What are you gonna do,

outmaneuver me?

You're on a track, you idiot!

I know what's down there,

and you're not going to like it!

I won't let you do this!

You won't get that lucky again!

E minor!

I was right

She did spin!

You hurry right in, I'll park the car.

Go! I'll be right with you!

I've got you now.

I'm all the future you'll ever have.

Buddy!

No!

You won't take my life from me again!

But I am gonna make

what's left of it a living hell

But why?

- Like you don't know.

All your music, all your hopes,

they're just ruins and blank canvas now.

I'm all that you can bring to mind

You tell me why!

I can't help it!

- You always knew I was poison!

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