[In the future]
Smiling fondly (and wistfully), Jack leans in a little toward the webcam. He wishes his children could be here this Christmas, but he recognizes that they still have things to do in the past. Hopefully, they’ll be home before another Christmas comes around.
“I want that too, Ulric. You’re the best son I could have hoped for.” His smile warms. “Merry Christmas.”
Jack Maple 