Howard Bassem (
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But Time Takes Time, You Know [Musebox]
It's hard to research things that haven't happened yet, Howard discovers. Rather than hitting the library, like he would have on Stacy, he has to spend a lot of time thinking, sitting around talking to Barbara about every detail he remembers of his family history. Every year that passes by, the memories get a little more obscure, a little less refined, and he starts to panic, thinking that he won't have enough information to track down his family at all soon.
Over endless cups of tea, Barbara asks questions ("do you remember your mother's maiden name? do you know where your father's parents were from before they came to California? do you remember what their professions were?") to try and drag out the useful information, but it ends up being a stray memory of a Christmas dinner that puts the pieces in place.
"My grandma has to be in San Francisco. They had a one year wedding anniversary ornament on the Christmas tree of the Golden Gate Bridge, and I'm pretty sure they got married in 1969."
What they were doing in San Francisco is beyond his knowledge, but it's the closest they have to a shot. He doesn't know what hospitals his parents were born in, or where his paternal grandparents might be now, or even what year his parents are going to meet. It takes a lot of agonizing before he decides to spend all that money he's been saving in a can under the sink on plane tickets for him and Barbara to go there, but when he invites her she agrees that it's important to him, and besides, how often does one get to vacation in America?
So they both have suitcases packed and a promise to be back in ten days, waiting for Ian in the kitchen to come drive them to the airport. Howard's nervous, naturally, because he's not sure how he'll introduce himself to total strangers as their grandkid from the future. But he's come to relax a bit - a bit - over the last few years, and as such he just chews his lip and bounces his leg a bit rather than panics. He even got six hours of sleep last night. It's truly a miracle.
Over endless cups of tea, Barbara asks questions ("do you remember your mother's maiden name? do you know where your father's parents were from before they came to California? do you remember what their professions were?") to try and drag out the useful information, but it ends up being a stray memory of a Christmas dinner that puts the pieces in place.
"My grandma has to be in San Francisco. They had a one year wedding anniversary ornament on the Christmas tree of the Golden Gate Bridge, and I'm pretty sure they got married in 1969."
What they were doing in San Francisco is beyond his knowledge, but it's the closest they have to a shot. He doesn't know what hospitals his parents were born in, or where his paternal grandparents might be now, or even what year his parents are going to meet. It takes a lot of agonizing before he decides to spend all that money he's been saving in a can under the sink on plane tickets for him and Barbara to go there, but when he invites her she agrees that it's important to him, and besides, how often does one get to vacation in America?
So they both have suitcases packed and a promise to be back in ten days, waiting for Ian in the kitchen to come drive them to the airport. Howard's nervous, naturally, because he's not sure how he'll introduce himself to total strangers as their grandkid from the future. But he's come to relax a bit - a bit - over the last few years, and as such he just chews his lip and bounces his leg a bit rather than panics. He even got six hours of sleep last night. It's truly a miracle.
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Rose gives him a bit of a quizzical look, then signals the waiter for the bill. "You didn't eat very much," she says, to which he shrugs.
Rose pulls out her purse. "I can't, um. I can't treat you both. Or even..." She looks sheepish.
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Barbara got up from the table and followed the waiter over to the register without hearing another word.
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"Thanks for coming to dinner with us," Howard says, and Rose smiles and says 'of course'. "We have a few days before we go home, so if you have any suggestions for where I can take Barbara. This is kind of her trip."
While Barbara's paying, Howard gets a list from Rose and tucks it in his pocket.
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Howard makes a little shy sound of agreement and they start walking back to the pier, where they'll leave her.
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"We'll see you again, I'm sure," she said over Rose's shoulder as they hugged goodbye. "Take care between now and then."
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So he looks to Barbara and grins. "There's nothing for me in those bags of presents, is there?"
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"Come on, I think I could do with a bit of a nap after that." Barbara put her hand on Howard's shoulder for a moment as they walked. It had been a successful meeting. Certainly nothing like what Howard was expecting.
After they'd been walking for a long moment, and the feeling of elation had settled, she asked: "how are you feeling?"
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How to explain it? Howard's not sure he knows. It's not as if he's just clicked into feeling a sense of belonging, like he was expecting, hoping for, but he does feel as if a heavy weight has been pulled off him. Like breathing is easier.
"Kind of proud of myself?"
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"Remember that this is a different universe to the one you're from," Barbara continued, bags swinging a little by her side, "you'll still exist but maybe a Howard for this world won't. Or maybe he still will. Maybe he only exists in your universe. I really can't be certain on anything." If only there was a way to call the Doctor.
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"She was so excited by the idea of having my mom and aunt and uncle. I haven't, like, completely messed that up for her, have I?"
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They get back to the hotel and Howard crawls into bed, fully clothed. "Barbara?"
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"Yes, Howard?" he was loosely tucked in before Barbara sat on the side of his bed. It was curious that he chose to stay in his clothes.
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It's not easy to say. There's a knot in his chest that tugs and pulls at the body around it, a kind of fear that defies reason, the fear of loss, the fear of vulnerability. But he says it anyway.
"You know you'll always be my family, right? I mean, even if I come here. Even with Rose and Hal in the picture."
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