ELIZABETH BISHOP: Peter. Peter? Darling, it's lunch. (finds Peter's note by the bed) ELIZABETH BISHOP: Peter! (panting) Peter! (panting) Peter! (cracking) Peter! Oh, god! Peter! Oh, god! No! Peter, no, please! (panting) no! Peter, please! Oh, god, please. No! Please don't. Oh, please... Oh, no! Oh, no! YOUNG PETER: Aah! Get off of me! You're not my mother! Oh, god! I want to go home! Stop! You're not my mother! I want to go home!