[Canada is dreaming of his childhood. His early childhood, before he was discovered by other countries. The landscape of this dream is a pine forest covered in snow. There is still snow falling from the sky, softly, collecting in a thick blanket on the ground. And there is a child. A small blonde boy playing in the snow. His only companion is a
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Coraline's boots leave tracks in the fresh-fallen snow, and she's wandering, looking around in wonder at the pine trees, and the pretty play of the northern lights overhead.]
Hello? Hello? Is anybody here?
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Bonjour!
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But when it's not a man in a mask she sees, but a cute little boy, she smiles.]
Bon-joor!
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Voulez-vous jouer avec moi?
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And the shadows, of course. Created through no source of light, they're mere patches where the darkness seems to have more substance. And those shadows seem to be incredibly interested by the little nation. ]
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S'il vous plaît ne me blesse pas....
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Bonjour...
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He sees the boy and the bear, and immediately looks about for the mother bear, but then he realizes this is clearly a dream and such dangers aren't anything to worry about, so he comes closer.]
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Bonjour...
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[Hubb switches to French as naturally as breathing, although he still has a slight Texan accent.]
Are you alone? Where are your parents?
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Non, I have no parents. It is just me. And him.
[Points to the bear.]
Would you like to play with us?
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