"You're fogging the glass."

"Oops."

"How's Donna?"

"Exhausted; sleeping."

"Which one's Isobel?"

"Second row, middle. She has the biggest blue eyes."

"All babies have blue eyes, Josh. They'll change color."

"Not Isobel's. She has Donna's beautiful blue eyes and her golden hair. She has my nose, my mouth; ten tiny little fingers, ten ittybitty toes. And-"

"Josh."

"Donna and I made life, Toby. We created something perfect."

"You're babbling."

"Sorry, I just... she's four hours old... I knew I'd love her but not... I don't... I have no words."

"I know."

"This feeling, Toby... does it go away?"

"No."

"Good."