Sarah: l'allodola

Jacob Witting: I love you, Sarah. There are some things that can't be written... in a letter. I'm not good with words.

Sarah Witting: You're fine with words. I never thought you'd come. I dreamed about it at night when the sea sounded like wind through the grasses. I thought about it at night when Caleb had bad dreams. I saw your face everywhere, Jacob, everywhere. I'd look at the sea and see your face there, and in the sky. When I looked at Anna and Caleb you were there. Once in the street I saw somebody that looked like you and I rushed after him. Once I met the train because something told me maybe you'd be there... but I never thought you'd come. Here I was like a child come home to my beautiful sea and I should've been happy but I was frightened. And I am frightened because... this terrible love for you is so strong I, I've never known such a thing before.

Jacob Witting: [whispered] I know.

Sarah Witting: I never thought you'd come.

Caleb: [Jacob kisses Sarah] They're kissing and hugging!

Chub 'Chubbers' Horatio: Of course they are.

Sarah Witting: Once Matty asked me how long I'd stay here and I know now. I came to stay long enough to say goodbye. I think, Jacob, our baby should be born on the prairie. It's the right thing.

[pauses]

Sarah Witting: You were right - some things can't be written in a letter. You, you said it once; sometimes words aren't good enough... Jacob?

[he smiles, they laugh and hug]