I’ve been really busy, recently, with trying to avoid the future, and I forgot that there’s always another way…making the future. Our future. My great-grandfather gave this to my great-grandmother after WWII. He wanted to propose before he was shipped out, but he didn’t have the money and he bought this three years later when he was stationed in London. Fought his way across France, all the way to Berlin, with this ring around his neck with his dog tags. And when he got back she was waiting for him on the dock of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, he proposed on the spot. After my mom passed away, Joe held on to this until tonight. Iris West, will you marry me?