Doc Hawthorn doesn't turn to regard him, or move at all, really. But after a time, his voice can be heard.

"It's a good memory?"

He hopes so, at least. The boy is looking rather pensive.

"Ohh, Doc!" cries Katherine, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms loosely around his middle. "Isn't it lovely? Just look at all those colors!"

The doctor adjusts his arm around her, smiling with a fondness you only see in those who enjoy spending time with children, when they cannot have those of their own.

Katherine's focus is on the lights overhead, and not the young man to her left, and after a time she moves on to find a better vantage point.