A nod to the voice in my head that tells me to keep moving.

My name is Lucy.

It doesn’t do you justice, my dear. Women named Lucy are always being imposed upon…but Lucia, now there’s a name for an amazon… for a queen.

I don’t feel much like a queen. I feel frightened and confused and wondering what the future will bring.

Don’t you trust me?

Oh, I do, when I’m talking to you. When you’re not here, I– Well, it’s asking a great deal to expect anyone to trust her future to a– To someone who isn’t real.

But I am real. I’m here because you believe I’m here. And keep on believing…and I’ll always be real to you.

Excerpted from the script for the film “The Ghost and Mrs. Muir,” based on the novel by R.A. Dick.