( girls laughing )
I'm sorry, but an assembly on drunk driving?
Oh, I know, it's so lame.
Hello? I live in Manhattan. I'm waiting for a bus.
Yeah, it's like we wish we could drive drunk.
Why do we even have assemblies?
I could have been studying
for that calculus test this morning,
which by the way, I totally failed.
Please, you never failed anything in your entire life.
I failed dance.
You got a "B".
At our school,
that's the same thing.
Speaking of dance, I can't believe
we haven't talked about Jodi Addington.
GIRL #2: Oh, God...
she should so not be a blonde.
Eww.
Tara, what's wrong?
Nothing, I just...
I forgot-- I have a dentist appointment today.
What about S.A.T. class?
We're going over the answers from last week's practice test.
Mom'll kill me if I don't go.
She'll kill you even more if you don't get over 1,500.
Take notes for me, okay?
You sure?
Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow.
The bus pulled away
and I saw her start to head up that way.
You think anyone was following her?
I don't know. I...
A lot of people on the street.
Walk with me.
Did she seem, uh, odd or strange,
upset in any way?
Not when we were talking.
But once the bus pulled up, yeah, she did.
Is there any reason that, uh... that you can think of
that Tara would've missed the S.A.T. class?
No. But you know, when her mom called last night
looking for her, she said that Tara didn't actually have
a dentist appointment.
Really?
Um... you and Tara seem pretty close.
She's my best friend, since seventh grade.
So you know her better than anybody else?
Any chance she ran away from home?
No.
How'd she get on with her parents?
It's just her mom.
They get along really well.
Any issues at school?
No. Boyfriends.
We go to Hayes-Healy; it's all girls.
It's not that easy meeting guys.
I know. It's a good school.
Why don't you take me over there
and introduce me to some of Tara's friends.
Here, this is her school directory.
I circled all her friends. Called them already
but I thought that you should have it.
And this is a list of the teachers and coaches
that she spends a lot of time with.
Their numbers are there, too.
Oh, thank you. This will be helpful.
Does Tara have a cell phone?
Yeah, I've been trying. She doesn't pick up.
Would you mind writing that down for me?
Sure. Thanks. Here you go.
Looks like Tara's got her sights set on Harvard.
Yeah.
It's her top choice.
She's already started her essay.
Ah... not a bad choice.
So, uh, I understand that it's just you and Tara.
Yeah, her father died when she was six.
Kidney cancer.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you seeing anybody right now?
No, no.
How about casually?
What I mean is, well, are there ever any men in the house?
I have two jobs and a teenager.
I don't have time for a social life.
So where do you work?
I work at Macy's in the bridal department.
I also work three days a week
as a night receptionist at a law firm.
Yeah, I imagine it's tough, Manhattan rent,
private school tuition...
Tara's on a scholarship,
but yeah, as far as living in Manhattan,
I've thought about moving, but her education is too important.
So after school, when you're at work,
who is with your daughter?
Luckily, she's on the swim team,
so she's at school every night until 6:00, 6:30,
and on the days I don't work late, I'm usually home by then.
On the other nights, yeah... she's alone.
And what does Tara do at that time?
She studies.
Anything else?
You know, kids, uh...
they can get into all sorts of stuff.
She doesn't seem like that kind of girl,
but have you noticed anything?
There was one thing, about three months ago.
I got out of work early.
When I came home, she was here.
I went to Eagle stationary today.
I got you the notebooks you wanted.
They were out of the pens.
What are you doing here?
I thought you were supposed to be swimming.
Yeah.
I couldn't deal.
Couldn't deal?
Tara, we talked about this, okay?
Harvard doesn't just look at grades.
You have to stand out. Swimming makes you stand out.
You need that, especially if you want to get a scholarship.
I didn't feel well, okay?
What do you mean you didn't feel well?
God, you're burning up.
What are these? Those are...
Did you take these?
Just a few.
How many's a few? Tara, how many?
I don't know. Who gave you these?
Some guy.
What are you doing?
I'm calling 911. No!
It's not a big deal.
It's the homework drug.
Everybody does it.
Everybody? I have a lot to do.
I'll hold. I thought you were smarter than this.
It was a mistake.
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
Just don't be mad, please.
I wasn't mad.
I was out-of-my-mind scared.
So what did you do?
I took her to St. Luke's ER. I had her stomach pumped.
They also did a psych evaluation there.
Apparently, this homework drug, i-it's a known thing.
It's like Ritalin.
She had her mid-terms coming up.
Someone told her it would give her energy, help her focus.
Well, with a private school, Ivy League in the future...
it's a lot of pressure.
Do you think it's possible
she may have done some other things to give herself an edge?
I don't know.
What do you got?
Security pictures from the bank
near where Tara went missing.
Ooh, who's this guy?
I don't know, but he kind of looks like he's following her.
He could be a client. What do you mean?
I want to show you something. This is Tara's computer.
I've been looking through the desktop
and I found file after file of research papers.
There's one on Roman architecture,
one on Hobbes, one on this thing called Australopithe...
Okay? No, not okay.
She's never taken a class on Roman architecture,
never taken a class on philosophy
or on the Austro whatever it's called. My bet?
She's writing papers for others and making a ton of money.
The girl has a 4.0 grade average.
She's headed to Harvard. Why would she risk it?
Well, little blue pills cost a lot of money.
Well, if this guy is a client, maybe he didn't like her work.
Tara's a fish. She was born to be in the water.
I was gonna make her team captain this year.
"Was?" Sounds like you've changed your mind?
No, the reverse.
She quit the team, about four months ago.
Really? She say why?
She tried.
I need to focus on academics.
What are you talking about? You're a straight "A" student.
I know, but S.A.T.s are coming. In six months.
Need to make sure I do well on them.
Tara, quit the B.S.
It's the truth.
Something is going on with you.
You've been missing practice, your times are going up.
That's just it, exactly. I'm not that good.
And Harvard doesn't give swimming scholarships anyway.
So what's the point?
Look, it's not like I want to do this, okay?
You know how much I love swimming.
This is the only place I can come and think clearly
and everything's okay.
But I can't do it.
Tara, are you in trouble?
No.
You sure?
I'm not in trouble.
I just want to get into college.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what the real reason was.
But you don't think she was spending her afternoons
brushing up on vocab for S.A.T.s?
Do you?
Was it drugs?
She's a teenager.
It's possible, but I never saw anything.
Did you ever see any guys hanging around?
Was there a boyfriend?
No, and I would have noticed that.
Do you recognize this guy?
No.
Me either.
Who is he? Did he do something to Tara?
I don't know.
I'm gonna give you my business card
in case you think of anything else you can help me with.
Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to talk to you... alone.
I have English now. Ms. Resnick throws a fit if I'm late.
No, this is about your suspension.
I'll talk to you later.
Okay, you were busted plagiarizing a paper,
but you never said who did it. Was it Tara?
Look, I'm not here to get you in trouble, all right?
Your friend is missing.
I'm just trying to determine if those papers meant anything.
I don't know. You don't know what?
If it meant anything.
But it could? Yeah.
There's been something going on with her.
These couple of months she's been like a different person.
Just the fact that she's writing these papers for people.
She was competitive, now she's helping everyone else get As.
So that's what she's doing in the afternoons?
She's writing papers instead of swimming?
That's just it. I don't know what she's been doing.
We all used to hang out together all the time, and...
I only see her going to S.A.T. prep,
or when she comes by to drum up business.
Gwen, c'mon. I can write you an awesome paper on Madame Bovary.
Don't do it, Gwen. No, I did it wrong with yours.
It was way too theoretical. Yours will be much simpler.
No one'll know. You'll get an "A" for sure.
I write an "A" paper, they'll know.
Then I'll write you a "B" paper. I'll even write you a "C" paper.
You couldn't write a "C" paper if you tried.
Yes, I can. I've done it.
Someone paid you to get them a "C"?
You paid her to get you suspended.
Come on, Gwen. I really need the money right now.
Why, what's going on? Nothing.
So what do you say?
I say... no.
I don't care about grades anymore.
Fine. I gotta go.
How much did she charge per paper?
Ten bucks a page.
And did she write a lot of them? Tons.
Any idea what she's using the money for?
I have no idea.
Sam?
I was finally able to access her e-mails.
She's been sending all the papers to one account.
Nix32? AKA Ryan Barrett.
He's a freshman at Columbia.
How far do these go back?
Four months. Before that, nothing.
That's right around the time she quit the swim team.
I bet something happened then that made her do all this.
Look at this.
That's the guy from the surveillance photo.
It sure is. Let's go.
She writes papers for me.
So what? It's not against the law.
No, but carrying around a little bag
with prescription medication without a prescription
is against the law.
My doctor gave those to me.
You're not helping yourself, Ryan.
We've checked your bank account.
$15,000 is quite some money for a college freshman.
You're dealing. Pills, papers, who knows what else?
If you're into kidnapping...
I'm not a kidnapper. Then why'd you follow her?
I didn't. We have it on film.
Looks an awful lot like you, doesn't it?
She owed me some papers, so I followed her after school.
That's why she wasn't on the bus having seen you?
She didn't know I was there. I scared the crap out of her.
Tara!
Ryan! Oh, my God. What are you doing here?
I need those papers.
I can't talk to you right now.
I've got five extremely pissed off customers calling me daily.
Look, I'm sorry, but I have to go.
They paid up front. They want their money back.
I'll write them as soon as I can, okay?
So what should I to do?
Tell them they're coming, okay?
I'm sorry. I'll write them as soon as I can. I have to go.
You're ruining my credibility!
And that was it? She took off.
I saw her racing into some deli down the street.
You're quite the little businessman, aren't you?
I didn't force her into this. She came to me.
When was that? Four months ago.
Somebody told her I'd be able
to hook her up with some... study aids.
And that's when you gave her the drugs, right?
Yeah, and she found out that I had this paper thing going, too.
She offered to write some.
For more medication?
For cash. She gets her drugs somewhere else now.
How do you know she takes them?
Come on, the way she was acting yesterday?
All sweaty and nervous? She's taking something.
Did she tell you what the money was for?
No. You said she ran into a deli.
You know the name of it? No, but, uh...
it's on the corner of 96 and Amsterdam.
Let me talk to your big sister.
What do you mean, "boyfriend"?
Who?
Some kid from class?
You tell your sister I want to talk to her when she gets in.
Yes, about the boyfriend.
Yeah, I miss you, too.
Okay.
Already it's starting.
Yeah, wait until she's 12.
Did you come in here to depress me?
No, I was just at the deli. They had Tara's cell phone.
Apparently, she was upset and left it in the bathroom.
Now there's a text message on it
from yesterday at 5:30 p.m.
That's after she went missing.
It says, "OMG."
What's that? "Oh, my God."
"Be home, 6:30.
N." Who's "N"?
My guess is it's Nell Clausen.
So?
I send messages to her all the time.
Mm-hmm.
I know you met her last night.
I spoke with your neighbor.
He made a positive ID of Tara.
He said you gave her a package at about 6:30.
I know that ten minutes before you sent that text message,
you got a call from a pay phone.
Was it Tara? Yeah, but I never spoke to her.
What? She leave a message? What was in it?
She told me not to tell anybody. I admire loyalty in friendships,
but you don't have that option right now.
There's this guy.
He and Tara were supposed to get together.
What guy? I don't know his name.
This morning you told me she didn't have a boyfriend.
He's not a boyfriend, he's a hookup
and I couldn't tell you about him, because he's married.
Is that what the message was about?
What about the package?
He was supposed to take her somewhere, a-away for the night.
She wanted to borrow my dress that really looked cute on her.
She was waiting for it when I got there.
Hey! Did you get my message?
Yeah. What happened? I went to his apartment?
So you skipped S.A.T. class?
Yeah. He was waiting at the bus stop.
It turns out his wife had to go out of town last minute.
Oh... Where is he taking you?
I don't know, he's got a house in the country somewhere.
Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Stay here. I'll go get the dress.
Okay.
I am so excited for you.
I know, I'm pretty excited for myself, too.
I came out later, gave her the dress, and she left.
And...
you have no idea who this guy is?
No. Come on, give me a break.
I don't.
She's your best friend.
She tells you everything.
She doesn't tell you
his name she's having a fling with?
It's true, she wouldn't tell me. I swear to you.
I... I don't know!
How long has it been going on? A while.
I think you should just drop this whole thing.
Tara's out having a good time with this guy.
Nothing's happened to her.
You're 16 years old.
What the hell would you know?
Your friend's out there with some married guy,
whose name you don't even know, and you think she's fine?
Take a look at this. Right there in the margin.
"Are you going to Fiona's party? Check one, yes, no."
Just below that.
"Luke Jamison, 1109 Columbus Ave., #315"?
That's from the third week of August.
It's a little over four months ago.
Maybe he's the reason she quit the swim team.
Yeah, maybe he's the married guy.
All right, here we go.
Luke Jamison, MD graduated NYU Med School,
in '95.
So what, that makes him probably... 34.
No wonder she kept it a secret.
Wow.
Dr. Jamison?
Yeah? We're with the FBI.
We want to ask you a few questions about Tara Patterson.
Who?
We found your name in one of her school notebooks.
Sorry, guys... I, uh...
Maybe this will jog your memory?
Oh, yeah.
I understand that you took her
to your country house last night?
You realize she's a minor? She's 15.
I don't know what you're talking about.
We're talking about the fact that she's missing.
Let's talk about this in my office.
First of all, this is a free clinic.
I can't afford rent on my studio apartment,
let alone a country house,
and second, that girl was my patient. That's it.
I've never seen her outside this clinic, ever.
So what was she coming in for? That's confidential.
Dr. Jamison, we can go downtown and get a subpoena,
but that's gonna take a long time
and slow down the investigation. Now, why was she here?
All right.
When she came in, she said she thought she had food poisoning.
She didn't.
You're pregnant.
What?
According to when you had
your last period, almost four months.
That's impossible.
I can do another urine test if you want, but...
I don't have any symptoms. I'm not getting fat.
No, but it explains why you've been nauseous.
Are you sure it's not,
like, a lactose thing or something?
My mom can't eat dairy.
Well, what about your period?
It skips all the time.
When... I'm stressed out or swimming a lot.
We need to talk about what we're going to do, looking forward.
I need to get it taken care of.
Tara, you can only terminate a pregnancy
within the first 14 weeks.
You're way past that.
What do you mean? You have to do it.
I have a chem test Friday that I need to study for,
and... our first swim meet is next week, and there's S.A.T.s,
and...
I'm supposed to go to Harvard.
I can't be pregnant.
But you are.
Okay, so what, does that make her seven, eight months along?
A little over eight, and she's a teenager.
That's a risk factor for premature labor.
So she could give birth at any time.
Eight months?
According to the doctor, yeah.
How could I not know?
She was good at hiding it, which is not that uncommon.
Her poncho.
I gave it to her last year. She hated it.
Since a month, she's worn it every day.
A lot of things are gonna make sense now.
Like those pills you found in Tara's room.
She may have been taking them to miscarry.
It's why she quit the swim team.
Why wouldn't she tell me? I'm not some kinda moralistic ogre.
I would've understood and helped her. She wouldn't have had
to be going through all this.
Maybe she hasn't been.
What do you mean?
Do you have any idea who the father is?
Eight months ago it was spring break.
She was at Andover.
They have a two-week leadership program there.
When she got back, she told me all about it.
You're joking, right?
No.
Okay, what?
I thought you'd be happy for me.
What about you having sex at 15 could possibly make me happy?
I don't know. Maybe it's something that I wanted to do?
So if you wanted to smoke crack,
I'm supposed to be happy about that?
Please tell me you used a condom.
Tara, if you're going to be stupid enough
to have sex, please be smart enough to...
Yes! We used a condom.
Okay.
Okay. Honey, you've got such big plans, okay?
We've both worked so hard for this.
I hope that you're not going to throw it all away.
I slept with one guy on my spring vacation.
I just wanted to have fun for once.
Where are you going?
Out! Tara.
She didn't come home until after dark.
This kid from Andover, do you know his name?
I asked her. She wouldn't tell me.
A base is a solution with more OH ions than H ions.
What's Avogodro's theorem?
That matter can be neither created nor destroyed.
Did you find her yet? No, not yet.
They're still making us take our Chem exam. Can you believe that?
Do you know if she met some guy from Andover last spring?
BOTH: Yeah.
What was his name?
All I remember is that
they went skinny-dipping together in some lake.
Gavin. I don't remember his last name, his first name was Gavin.
Where can I find him?
I think he goes to Keenan Prep.
Thank you.
By the way, Agent Malone? You were wrong.
Avogodro's theorem says that equal volumes of different gases
contain the same number of molecules.
I knew that.
Where were you yesterday around 4:00?
Basketball practice. And after that?
I was at home. What's this about?
It's about Tara Patterson. She's been missing for 24 hours.
She's also eight-months pregnant.
Which, working backwards, would mean she got pregnant
when she was at Andover right around the time she met you.
Yeah. I knew about it, but she told me she'd taken care of it.
Last night was the first time I'd spoken to her in 3 months.
You spoke to her last night? What time?
10:30.
I was asleep, I didn't even know who it was when she called.
Who?
Tara Patterson.
Hey, what's up?
I'm sorry. Did I wake you?
Yeah.
Look, I have a midterm tomorrow. Do you mind if I call you later?
Um, actually, I sort of need to talk to you now.
You remember when I called you a few months ago
and told you that I was pregnant and I'd take care of it?
Yeah.
That really wasn't true.
I mean, I was pregnant, but it was too late to do anything,
so...
it looks like I'm having it.
Hello?
I'm sorry, did you just say you're having a baby?
I know you need to sleep,
but it's really starting to hurt and I need some help.
What do you mean? You're having it right now?
Can you come over please? Just for a little while.
You don't ever have to see me again.
I don't believe this. You're telling me this now?
I didn't have anyone else to call.
Call a doctor.
I don't have one.
I don't have anyone.
Tara, I can't leave.
I'm sorry.
If you don't come,
I'm going to do something to the baby.
I swear to God I will!
Look, Tara, I can't help you, okay?
Thanks.
Thanks a lot!
I know, I probably should have called an ambulance
but I was so freaked out.
Any idea where she was calling from?
No. You sure she said
she was going to hurt the baby?
I thought she was bluffing, but yeah.
Jack.
We ran Gavin's phone records.
Tara called from Louis Clausen's office on the Upper West Side.
And how's he related to Nell Clausen?
He's her father. All right.
Open up. FBI.
Hello?
Hi.
What are you doing under there?
I'm not sure.
This is Agent Fitzgerald.
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
You want to come out here and lie to me some more?
Where's Tara and the baby?
They were both gone when I got here.
I have no idea where they are, I swear.
You know, you're really starting to piss me off.
Sorry.
I know you think you're helping your friend,
but she's walking around out there with a newborn,
and if anything happens to that baby,
she's going to jail.
I'm going to hold you responsible as an accessory.
I was just trying to be a good friend.
If you really want to be, you can start by telling the truth.
Okay.
Let's start with how long have you known about this?
A few months.
How did you find out?
I figured it out in the locker room.
Since she couldn't have an abortion, what would she do?
We had a plan. We came up with it together.
Maybe you should just tell your mother.
Are you kidding?
She'd shoot me and then herself
if she ever found out.
I just have to go somewhere
where I can have the thing and no one will know.
What about my sister?
In California?
Oh, my God.
It's genius. She's a nurse.
And she's totally cool, right?
She wouldn't tell a soul.
Okay, well, it's already been five months,
so November, December, January, February.
I'm sure I can get enough money together by then
for a bus ticket.
What about your mom?
Well, I guess at first she'll think I ran away.
After a few days, I'll call and tell I had a nervous breakdown.
She'll totally believe that.
And the baby?
I don't know.
I can't talk about that right now, okay?
All I know is I'm going to California.
It would have worked.
Except for the fact that she went into early labor.
And the married guy, you made that up, right?
Sorry.
But she did come to my apartment for clothes.
Hers were all wet.
And a blanket. And I gave her the keys to my dad's office.
So why didn't you come with her?
It was my mom's birthday.
I had to have dinner with her.
I snuck out at around 11:00
after my parents went to bed.
How was she when you got here? Not good.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
It says here you need to stay relaxed.
"Tenseness in the body
intensifies the sensation of pain."
( panting )
I can't do this! I can't!
It also says we should be timing the contractions.
"Um, okay, "Place the hands on the mother's abdomen
"as contractions begin you will feel a hardening ball.
Time the intervals."
I don't have a watch. Do you?
Shut up, Nell, shut up!
Sorry!
Oh, it hurts.
I think we need to call 911.
No, you can't! You can't!
Okay, okay.
Is it getting any better?
Yeah, a little.
I'm sorry I told you to shut up.
No, it's okay.
Do you want to walk around?
I heard it goes faster if you walk around.
No, I just...
I just want to lie here.
Okay.
It went on like that all night.
So what time was the baby born?
Around 5:00 in the morning.
I had to cut the umbilical cord with a pair of scissors.
It was so intense.
Was the baby okay? I don't know, I guess.
What do you mean? Was the baby breathing?
Yeah, it was screaming.
But I was more concerned about Tara.
She was crying so hard.
She wouldn't even look at it.
What happened after that?
I had to check in at home.
So you just left her here.
I was going to come right back.
But you made me go to bus stop, and then followed me to school.
By the time I got here...
she was gone.
We've got to check all the Dumpsters in the area.
Danny, call Sanitation.
Find out when they pick up the trash
around Nell's father's office.
If it's today, ask them to hold off.
What about safe havens? We're calling all of them.
If she's on foot, she's probably still in Manhattan.
Yeah, and if she's left the baby outside
and nobody's found it yet,
we've got about two hours before it freezes to death.
( sirens )
Yeah, so I was headed outside to have a smoke
when I saw this young girl.
She was sitting... she was right there.
This her?
Yeah, that's her.
Did you talk to her?
I wasn't planning on it, but then I heard the baby cry.
( baby fussing )
Is that yours?
Yeah.
Boy? Girl?
Girl.
What's her name?
She doesn't have one.
Well, whatever
your name is, she has your eyes.
Hey...
you want to bring her inside?
Make sure she's okay...
Huh?
We'll get you both warmed up.
I'll buy you a cup of hot chocolate.
No.
Okay.
Well, how about I go get a blanket, a washcloth,
and the very least we could, uh...
we could clean this white stuff off her, you know?
She's probably hungry, too.
( baby fussing )
I'll show you what to do when I get back.
Wait here, okay?
Don't leave.
So when I came back out, she was gone.
Did you call security?
Yeah, they looked up everywhere, but they couldn't find her.
When you guys called I knew who you were looking for.
Okay, thank you for your help.
Good luck.
Okay, she could have left the baby here,
no harm no foul; why didn't she?
Not ready to give it up yet.
Tara's already picked her college.
She was going to California to have her baby.
She's a planner. Now, she doesn't have a plan.
She needs somewhere warm to sit and think about
what she's going to do next.
She lives uptown. This bus goes downtown.
Right near the school.
Yeah, Martin. I found her. She's by the pool.
Hi.
My name's Jack.
I'm with the FBI.
I've been looking for you.
Would you mind if I, um...
if I sat down next to you?
( sighs )
It's nice here.
I can see why you'd want to come here.
It's quiet. You can think.
She's beautiful.
Thanks.
Has she had anything to eat?
I just fed her.
You know, your mom is worried sick about you.
Yeah.
Does she know?
I kind of had to tell her.
Hey, do you mind if I hold the baby?
Just...
just to make sure she's okay?
Come here.
Come here, sweetie. I got you.
Whoa, hello.
Hello.
Oh, it's okay.
She is beautiful.
So do you have a plan yet?
Sort of.
That's good.
My mom's not going to think so.
Well, you know what parents are like.
No matter how old you get,
you're always their baby.
It doesn't matter if you threw up on them, or
kept 'em up all night 'cause you were crying, or
'cause you got pregnant.
In the end,
all they want to do is hold you and tell you that they love you.
She have a name?
Rose.
It's beautiful.
It's my grandma's name.
( baby cooing )
Well,
welcome to the world, Rose.
You want to go back with your mother?
Come on, here we go.
Oh.
Now what do you say
we take the two of you to the hospital,
make sure you're okay?
Okay.
[Joni Mitchell singing "Little Green"]
* Born with the moon in Cancer *
Tara.
* Choose her a name she will answer to *
Mom.
( crying ): Oh, Tara. Mom.
Mom, I'm sorry. Oh.
* Call her green for the children who've made her *
* Little green.. *
( crying ): Mom.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
It's-It's okay.
* Just a little green, like the color.. *
Oh, baby.
* There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow *
Thank you.
* Just a little green *
* Like the nights when the Northern lights perform *
* There'll be icicles and birthday clothes *
* And sometimes *
* There'll be sorrow **