Grand Tour: Disaster in Time Page #2

You tell me that, huh?

Would you just let it go?

Would just please stop?

Hmph. Every day...

More and more like

your mother every day.

Hillary!

- Ooh, dad! Did you see that?

- Ooh, yeah.

- Oh, and another! Look it! Look it!

- Yeah, it's a meteor shower.

- It's, uh...

- Wow.

Perseid or something.

No, no. No, no, no, no.

That's-that's August.

This is another one.

What's that tune?

What?

The one from piano class?

The one mom

used to play.

What's it called?

You know.

# Na-na, na-na, na

na-na, na-na... #

I just have

this picture of her...

sitting at the piano

playing that one song.

That stuff your grandfather

was saying tonight...

Oh, that.

I know

it's a bunch of garbage.

Doesn't he want to sleep inside?

Sh-sh, shh.

Guess not.

Should we ask him?

Uhh, I don't want to

wake him up. Come on.

- Well, he can't sleep like that.

- Well, apparently he can. Let's go.

Now, it might get

kind of cold tonight, so...

you need a blanket

or anything?

Mmm.

- Mm, just that.

- Just that.

Okay, get some sleep.

Okay?

- Good night.

- Good night.

- "Fur Elise".

- Hm?

The song your mother

used to play.

# Bum-bum, bum-bum

bum-bum, bum bum-bum... #

"Fur Elise".

"Fur Elise".

[ piano:
"Fur Elise" ]

It's one of the grandest

springtimes in recorded history.

Retropologist.

You'll see.

He'll miss it, you'll see.

After all of my careful planning,

he will actually miss the spectacle!

Andar, would you please

check once again?

- Hi.

- Hi.

I just... I was just...

I was making sure that...

I just thought I sell...

smelled something.

I was just

making sure that...

What sort of smell,

Mr. Wilson?

Huh, smokey.

Sweet. Kind of smokey.

- Tea. Just tea.

- Oh.

Ahh.

Mmm.

Ahh... Mmm.

Mmm...

Mmm.

Mmm...

I know what you're thinking.

Oh, look. There it is.

They used to call them

"kissing bridges".

Because?

Because, in the old days

when kids would go out

on a hayride,

They'd stop

under the bridge to kiss...

Where no one

could see them.

Mm.

Mmm.

Are you sure they called them

"kissing bridges"?

- Nothing else?

- Mm.

Five minutes.

We'll be home

in five minutes.

Time me.

Oh, god!

I'll get it.

Thank you very much.

Late again, Mr. Quish.

Well, come in.

Come in!

Your things are all

waiting for you upstairs.

Oh, yeah... Good example.

Mm-hm.

Post-gothic ersatz, isn't it?

- Queen Anne, actually.

- Mr. Quish.

Mr. Wilson.

He owns this house.

- And he's staying here with us.

- Really?

How uncommon.

So nice of you to join us.

And how was your ride?

- My ride?

- Mm-hm.

Oh, yes.

Thank you. Fine.

My ride here

was no trouble whatsoever.

Uh, come up, Mr. Quish.

Come along. I'm sure that you'll

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