The youthful lyrics bounce on the walls as Antoni walks through the apartment.

Orsola's room is immature, multi-colored chaos, a stark contrast to the library-feel of the rest of the home.

Antoni enters, picks his way carefully across teenage debris.

ORSOLA: "And then, that'll be it for me. I'll just be another dead Polish girl who went too soon. Not like the world hasn't seen a whole lot of that already, right?"

Antoni pulls up the sleeve of his sweater and exposes a trio of tiny round scars.

ANTONI: "What if I told you that this story, about the time I got these scarsthose days, my life-it involves a very fierce animal? A bear, in fact."

ANTONI: "Who said it was you, that I've been trying to protect?"