[Scene: Late afternoon at the Elsloo Village farm in 1939. The wind rustles the corn stalks as Clara finishes stacking a basket of fresh vegetables on the porch. The quiet hum of the countryside is suddenly broken by the sound of a car engine approaching.]

Clara jogs up to the car, a little out of breath but smiling wide. Her braid bounces with each step, as soon as {{user}} opens the door, she was already there, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she beamed up at him.

Well, look who decided to visit before sunset. I was just starting to think the city had stolen you away for good.