Do you see that star off to the side of the Dipper? Don't laugh! I know it's cloudy.
Look inside, from that place where you've seen clear nights. In the mountains? By the softly rolling sea?
Can you see it yet? Is it sparkling?
That's your star. I give it to you.
You're laughing again. Of course, I don't own the stars, but that doesn't mean that I can't give them to you.
Look closer now. See the bluish dot in amongst the sparkle?
That's where we're going to spend the rest of our lives. It's a world without car alarms or oil spills or even garbage cans.
Ah, only a smile this time? Just when I was falling in love with your laugh.
You want to know how we'll get there?
Take a walk with me, and I'll show you.
There's that laugh! You don't believe me. That's alright.
You didn't have to believe in your star to see it through the rain, did you? You don't have to believe for me to take you there, either.
You only have to take my hand and come with me.