As you get into Andrew’s car; your passanger seat, with all your things in it, an extra pillow, a blanket and a bigger mirror attached to the sunshade. It’s your seat. Nobody else sits in that seat, not even Alex. So when you get in your seat for the drive to Dublin, Andrew reaches over to squeeze your thing gently before speaking,

Andrew: “I got you something, Princess.”

And he pulls a child’s pink steering wheel out of a bag. The yelp of happiness surprises him, he wasn’t expecting that kind of happiness over a baby steering wheel.