Young Miss Barlow comes running from among the crowd around the contest booths, skirts in her hand as her prim little heels kick up dust behind her.

She runs to the waiting arms of Dr. Hawthorn, who's laughing almost as much as she is, hugging her tightly and swinging her around a few times before setting her back to her feet again.

She's holding a blue ribbon in her hand, face positively beaming, and he makes a show of it as they speak in tones too low for 'Jay' to hear this far away, as another middle-aged gentleman slowly strolls up behind them, smile on his weathered face.