She was doing a practically superhuman job of supporting him, he knew, and he was trying to do nothing but rise to the challenge. And Bob really couldn't blame Summer's father - if a man was the sum of his memories, then what was to say that losing those memories didn't change him? But he really tried to treat Summer well - and as more time went by, it seemed that maybe those memories weren't gone forever, and that meant that he could still be the kind of man her father trusted with his daughter.

All the same, he knew the man liked to see them off, all the same - a perfectly reasonable thing, really - but he didn't see Dr. Roberts coming up behind Summer, even as she moved to press a short kiss to his lips, making him smile as her gaze fell on the picnic basket. "It sure is. I thought we could have ourselves some dinner before the show, how does that sound?"