She seemed to forget about Tob... Mister Appleton, and was stuck on the view as well. She was lost in a childhood memory, something better, of her running through a field just like this with her bosom friend, Ava. Ava's life went in a different direction than hers, she mused as her mind went off on another tangent. Emma, who was a devout catholic, became a woman of the cloth, while Iris always saw herself as a wife and mother one day.

Iris shook her head to clear the negative thoughts creeping into her brain from that point. She was determined to breathe in the scent of her freedom and be grateful. "It's a rather fine day, is it not, Mister Appleton?" She finally broke the silence, though not awkward silence, thank goodness. "It's been some time since I've seen a day as lovely as today."