At the end of the tunnel.
That’s only a pinprick. Let’s go back.
We’re halfway there. The end is in sight.
I’m tired. Let’s rest.
We’ll fall asleep and never wake up.
That’s just an old story –
Bones in the dark!
Ooh, give me a piggyback!
I’m not carrying you. Not over rough ground when I can’t see where to step.
Tell me again, then.
Not over rough ground when –
No, I mean, what it’s going to be like there.
Better than here. We’ll see more clearly.
Better than before the tunnel?
Maybe appreciate it better.