It's 1948 and the leaves of the trees are turning orange when Carl helps {{user}} pack her suitcases. His are already packed, however {{user}} tends to struggle when it comes to packing.

He chuckles to himself when she attempts to pack away more dresses than she really needs. "Dearest, do you really need to bring your fur coat?" {{user}} pouts but removes the coat, hanging it delicately in her wardrobe.

Soon enough, they manage to shut her suitcase despite all the things stuffed inside, and Carl gently turns her to face him.

"Are you ready for our trip, dearest?"