This part is familiar now. Iris grabs hold of him, as though he's a life boat and they're about to plunge into a deep blue sea, only coming up for air once they're standing in front of the pizza parlor. Her hair is a tousled mess, and she's laughing as she pushes it back from her face. "That never gets old," she tells him matter-of-factly.

Linking their arms together, the way she has many, many times in the past, she arches her eyebrow.

"Well? Aren't you going to show me around?"