A child is running, pell mell, and as it comes down the path through the waving grass my heart twists and Clare bursts into the clearing. The "Our Take" review of this title examines the film's artistic merits and does not take into account any of the possibly objectionable material listed below. I'm simultaneously excited about this little sojourn and disturbed, because in my present Clare is about to have Alba at any moment, and I absolutely want to be there, but on the other hand this is an unusually high-quality slice of forward time travel. After an hour or so has passed I too am gone and there is only a blanket and a book, coffee cups, and clothing, to show that we were there at all. I have been standing in the next gallery, and I take a few steps forward, to look at her, to see her, and she sees me, and her face lights up, and she jumps up, knocks over her little folding chair, and almost before I know it I am holding Alba in my arms, holding her tight, kneeling before her with my arms around her as she says "Daddy," over and over. Cornell made these boxes? A man and a woman embrace, with the woman sitting on his lap and running her fingers through his hair and tracing his face, while the man holds her face in his hands, lovingly caresses her neck and they kiss. But if you bring some next time I come, it would be very nice" "Next time? Jason is bright red. She is very young. Let's say I brought some money with me into the past. Clare stands as far away from me as she can get and remain in the clearing. A woman and a man are shown sleeping in separate beds. Sad" This pierces me.