Alison: They say if you listen closely to the wind, you can hear the sound of the little boy who died on the ship calling for his mother.
Noah: Jesus.
Alison: There's no wind today. I've heard it before. You don't have to believe me, but I have.
Noah: I still hear my mother's voice. I still talk to her. Starting right after she died, I'd be on my way to school or going to sleep at night.
Alison: What does she say?
Noah: That's the crazy thing. I don't know what she's saying. I hear her voice and I know she's trying to tell me something, but they're just sounds, not words. It's like she's speaking in the language of the dead and I can't understand it. I think she's saying something like let it go. It sounds a little like 'let it go.'