With the six of us on this hill and the packed lake house behind us—I feel sentiments far beyond this sunrise, this morning, this moment. We filled an empty house. […] We all grow older. […] Memories will flood behind us, the lake house no longer filled to the brim. As quiet as the moment we first walked in—and we’ll sit on this hill. Feeling the stillness that exists.
And then we end—we end where we started. Just us. All six of us.
“Before Marian’s death his dreams had been untroubled. Now, all he saw every night was the
expression on her face as she died, the accusation in her eyes. It was unbearable. Sometimes he
made himself stay awake till sunrise beyond the point of the exhaustion. But when he finally
succumbed to sleep, the dreams still came. He’d tried every potion the apothecary had to offer
and none of them could banish her from his mind. He thought perhaps he didn’t want them to,
because if she disappeared from his dreams, she’d truly be dead…”
ROBIN HOOD The Witchfinders written by Rebecca Levene read by Richard Armitage