The Park was the most natural place for Ted to travel on his aimless wanderings, which he did a lot when he had no idea what to do. So he does a lot of walking, hoping fate might have something in store.

Today it was a strange, feminine voice being caught up in something wild. Sorrow? Joy? It sounded like both at once. It was a rare combination that he had felt once or twice in his life, and it inflamed his curiosity. He ran towards the sound.

It was Adela. His visceral senses lagged behind his mental ones, per usual, and all he took in for the moment was her and the mysterious significance. He wasn't sure whether to interrupt it. But his own nature got the better of him, and he decided to break into things. Officious altruism was his best policy, or the best he knew.

"Adela, is something the matter?"