"We have to transfer in New York. I always wanted to go to New York City." Even just going through the airport is fulfilling a personal goal in some way. Maybe he'll even see the lights, although he doesn't know how bright they are in 1970.

He glances at the blanket in a bit of surprise. Since he's stopped living with them, he forgot Barbara used to do that for him. And he realizes he's missed it. He hands it back over. "Thanks. What kind of food are they bringing back?"