[Visitor Record] Visitor: Georgia Miltner Reason for visit: Visiting family Visiting: Nowell Department: Medical Relation: Next of kin (Miscellaneous noises in room) You came to little Connie's baby shower a few years ago, right? But Grandma didn't move to Connor County, so it was only last year, after I got that stack of letters that had been piling up during the war that I heard the news. Yes, it really was... unexpected. The baby, bawling her head off, suddenly opening her eyes wide and flailing her limbs, which got everyone staring at an optician randomly strolling past the garden. Now that I think about it, pretty much anyone would've thought it was some kind of sick joke. Grandpa's great-grandpa, still alive and untouched by time, suddenly reappearing after decades of silence... Ridiculous, really. There are a lot of strange things out there, so we should've realized your circumstances weren't quite so odd, all things considered. But you're not here out of curiosity for the family freak, are you? No, of course not... Great-Grandpa Nowell. Just Nowell is fine. We're here to chat. No need to get tangled up in formalities. Mister Nowell. ...Sure. You said you were Madeline's grandson? That's right, my dad was Grandma Madeline's youngest. Madeline is also my youngest child... The last time I saw her, your father had just been born. He never met me, and you hadn't either. If it wasn't curiosity that had you so insistent on finding a man you've never met, then what? Visiting family. Just like I wrote on the form. No more, no less. (Silence, punctuated by breathing) Dad wasn't as lucky as I was. When Grandma became the talk of the town over her insistence on searching for you, to the point that she and Grandpa split, Dad took over in her stead. He was always setting out, then coming back empty-handed. All my memories of him are just his back, coming and going out of the door at the end of the hall. I grew up, Dad got old, and on his sickbed, I vowed to both him and Grandma that I would find you. ...What if you got the wrong man again? Well, I'm not so sure my kids would want to take over once my legs give out, but I'll tell them the same stories Grandma told me, and let them make their own choice. But I didn't get the wrong man, did I? You're just like Madeline. *sigh* You mean my face? Dad said so too, but it's my granddaughter who's a spitting image of her. You don't know what name Grandma Madeline chose for her, do you? And what name would that be? Nowell. She's called Nowell. A Gaulish name... and yours, too. Apparently, while tidying up some letters, she found one where you said it was a girl's name in Gaul, so Great-Grandma started calling you it as a joke in the reply— (Hurried breathing) (Sound of hands rubbing together) A-Are you alright, Mister Nowell? No... No, I've... I've got nothing to do with those letters... I brought them along. Here. There's a family photo too, along with a letter Dad wrote to you before he passed. I figured you'd want to see. I... You've never stopped caring, have you?