Narrated by a small boy.

Ten are so bats fly past my view of the cloudy night sky. Ben's father- a heavy set balding man, in a tweed sweater- is standing on the low railing of a strut iron bridge, that is spanning a large, steep gorge. He is preparing to jump, for he cannot stand living with his free spirited wife. A friend of Ben's father is down below standing in the wide, but shallow, rocky stream. An average build but slight muscle tone keeps his feet struggling against the fast moving current. He pleads with his friend to talk him down. Speaking with an English accent, "Common, your wife will be mad at me." Becoming nervous, he tries to any thing that comes to mind, "The water is too cold, and it"s dark out here; come down; let"s go home." Pleading now, "I'm already in the water, just come down." His friend leans forward and falls of the metalwork, descending through the air for several seconds before landing, with a splash and a thud thirty meters away.

Ben is with his mother at the bank of the stream with soft, gray sand, watching the fading twilight of the dusk- the one where his father died. His mother- seen only as a tall, slim, silhouette- walks away, when he is laying by the water, leaving him on the soft sand. Ben relies his mother is gone- I believe this happens often- Ben is a little worried but not terribly so. He is comforted when he finds his mothers foot prints in the sand. He fallows the prints away from the stream. At their end, he finds in the hollow of a tall hill- carved to form a wide crescent- a toppled statue. Ben plays by the feet of the fallen monolith. Ben speaks, "My mom leaves me things. She leaves them on mount hood." Looking off in to the distance, "It is far away- I will go there now."

I see Ben working his way, first by sidecar of a motorbike- a nice old man let him hitch- then by running, until he barrowed a bike for the journey. "She me things on Mount Hood, way at the very top." There is a village on three tiers." I see a small village with five or six houses mostly two storied country home affairs, with there light on in their windows- bright against the night sky. I see Ben as he climes up the side of the tiers. "She leaves me things in the barn." Ben is half way up. "The only barn is on the very top tier." Ben is ascending the last tier. "it's O.K. though , I don"t mind." Ben is at the barn. "There is a cameraman there." The man readies the camera. "It"s O.K. though, he lets me in." The man needs to get a better view. I see Ben enter through a loose plank in the barns side. Bats fly out the barn door; left ajar. They fly out towards the cloud-crossed moon, as the man films. "My mom leaves me books- I love her." I see Ben move towards a book lying in the middle of the straw covered floor. I see Ben stoop to grasp the book in his hand, and lift it from the ground. "My name is Ben and this is what I reads."