She finds the connector plug on the strand of lights and the star glows to life.

she's eight years old again, playing tug-of-war with a silver garland with a three-year-old Marie, and they're both laughing when they fall to the carpet

'mine, Katie-Beff, mine!'

'okay, okay -- you win'

She blinks when Bill steps back, then hooks an arm around his elbow.

"Nice work."