He recognizes her. Hazel hadn't been certain he would and for a moment she feels a rush of pride. The breeze picks up ever so slightly. Hazel would be embarrassed to know just how wide she's smiling out of sheer shocked relief.

"In the flesh, as it were." She glances to her left and right, taking in the frozen symphony and the decor around them. The chill in the air. The dustings of a first snow still clinging to the rails and unwalked paths.

"I like what you've done with the place."