The sound of a ball echoing through unfamiliar streets, concrete lots, and among yellowing leaves. An eight-year-old boy struggles to hold his own in the gray atmosphere of a new town, feeling a profound sense of loss he cannot yet name. In this brief dramatic vignette, Stephen Daldry focuses not on grand statements but on the silent waiting and the struggle to adapt in the shadow of loss. As time flows as heavily and slowly as the final whistle of a game, the child tries to make sense of his father’s absence within the unfamiliar walls of his new home. That heart-wrenching feeling, which reminds him of himself at every turn, permeates every moment of the day, leaving behind only the unbearable weight of childhood.