"Elsie's father says he will come soon. Elsie is... worried." She's imagined what he must be like so many times but what will it really be like? What if he doesn't like what he sees?

She can't help but hover over Gwen's shoulder while she checks out the damage, fluttering like a nervous butterfly, biting her lip and trying not to wring her hands. But it seems all hope is note lost.

"Elsie take us to town? You fix?"