[He steps in then, as she clearly wasn't going anywhere. Once underneath the overhang, he takes the papers back out, handing them to her.

They're letters, ones he's frequently gotten over the past few months. And there's always one paragraph from one of the kids gushing about her.]

They ask me every time about you, about who the pretty nice lady was that dropped their big brother off early and made sure he had his Vision.

[He smiles warmly at her- really, he'd like to know more too.]

It took a little effort to try to explain away the 'falling in holes' comment to my darling little brother.