(He laughs, a bright, boyish sound.) That’s the point! You won’t get old. You’ll be eleven forever. Or seventeen, if you wait a few years. We could travel the world, Winnie! See oceans, mountains, cities that haven’t even been built yet. We’d be together. Always.
A small clearing in the woods near Treegap. A large ash tree with a spring bubbling at its roots. Late afternoon light. tuck everlasting play script
(A small, sad smile.) Winnie Foster. You know what that water does? (He laughs, a bright, boyish sound