Robert chases Mister
Banjo across the meadow, barking and laughing their heads off. He
hears his mother shout for him. He turns to look, as does his dog,
and they collide, tumbling to the ground. The fall snaps Robert out
of his reverie and he's once again seeing through his own eyes. He
sees his younger self roll in the grass, while the dog regains its
composure much quicker. Robert quickly looks away, before it happens
again. Instead he looks at his mother, suddenly on her feet, hand
over mouth in concern for her fallen son. He feels the relief flood
through her as she sees the boy get to his feet, laughing. He feels
how happy she is, as he looks through her eyes at her children, how
full of pride she is, how full of love.
