One-track mind, this kid... Fenton just raised a brow, then sighed tiredly and shook his head. "I'm afraid a TV is a little beyond me. Even if I could conjure one up, I don't think we'd get any programs..." Now, if they could get a gaming system, and some games, that would probably work, but... Fenton isn't about to suggest that. Best not to get her hopes up.

And speaking of hopes... Fenton's frown grows, and he feels the weight of guilt and sadness heap up on his shoulders. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, Gosalyn. We can't control who comes, or when. We can only just... hope that they come."