Fred: You won't leave me?
Wesley: I won't.
Fred: My boys. I walk with heroes. Think of that.
Wesley: You are one.
Fred: Superhero. And this is my power: to not let them take me. Not me.
Fred fights so hard, and I think we like to believe that if someone fights hard enough, they'll survive. But Fred doesn't, despite her beautiful resistance. And then her last words, "Why can't I stay?" They break my heart. They make me wonder how in the world someone faces death without Jesus. Death is big and scary and sad. I don't think I could face it without the assurance that I have peace with God, that there's something good and beautiful waiting on the other side.