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The mystery of Allelujah's stupid name, solved at last...
THE SCENE: Baaaaaaaaby Allelujah wakes up on an operating table and hears a voice in his head, asking if anyone can hear. Allelujah follows the voice to an operating room where baaaaaaaaby Soma is... lying comatose with her eyes open under some glass.
Allelujah: Are you talking to me?
Marie: Ah, you can hear me? Where? Where are you?
Allelujah: I’m right in front of you.
Marie: Sorry, I can’t tell. However, I’m happy I was able to talk to you. Because I’ve always been alone. Thanks for coming here.
Allelujah: Who are you?
Marie: Marie.
Allelujah: Marie…
Marie: What about you?
Allelujah: I don’t know. I can’t remember. Who I sued to be… or why I’m here… I can’t even remember my name.
Marie: In that case, I’ll give you a name. Let’s see… your name will be… Allelujah!
Allelujah: Allelujah?
Marie: It’s a word you say to give thanks to God.
Allelujah: Thanks… what’s there to give thanks for…?
Marie: It’s obvious, isn’t it? For being alive.
I think the moral of the story is not to let small, comatose children pick your name.
THE SCENE: Baaaaaaaaby Allelujah wakes up on an operating table and hears a voice in his head, asking if anyone can hear. Allelujah follows the voice to an operating room where baaaaaaaaby Soma is... lying comatose with her eyes open under some glass.
Allelujah: Are you talking to me?
Marie: Ah, you can hear me? Where? Where are you?
Allelujah: I’m right in front of you.
Marie: Sorry, I can’t tell. However, I’m happy I was able to talk to you. Because I’ve always been alone. Thanks for coming here.
Allelujah: Who are you?
Marie: Marie.
Allelujah: Marie…
Marie: What about you?
Allelujah: I don’t know. I can’t remember. Who I sued to be… or why I’m here… I can’t even remember my name.
Marie: In that case, I’ll give you a name. Let’s see… your name will be… Allelujah!
Allelujah: Allelujah?
Marie: It’s a word you say to give thanks to God.
Allelujah: Thanks… what’s there to give thanks for…?
Marie: It’s obvious, isn’t it? For being alive.
I think the moral of the story is not to let small, comatose children pick your name.