Eleanor remembers a time long ago, laying naked in the bed of the shabby tiny apartment she was sharing with other students, and Alfred speaking with the same kind of wisdow. The wisdom of someone ahead of his own age, so calm. Speaking like someone who truly trusts that everything will fall in the right places and it's all going to be alright.

"That's such a wonderful advice for a boy with his life ahead of him," she states, trying to sound warm despite of her words.

"Did you find your light, Alfred?"