Nullah, singing his fear away, at the edge of a cliff, staring at an approaching stampede; Nullah, shirtless on a boat, waving to “Mrs Boss” as he’s taken away into uncertainty; Nullah and the other children singing on a boat as they are brought back to safety; Nullah, dancing in childlike glee, unaware of a rifle being aimed at him…

I will come and find you; whatever it takes… – I believe you, Mrs Boss…I sing you to me -

And I will hear you, my darling..