The Strallan family had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Robbie, their five year old son, had talked of little else to anyone who would listen. His blue eyes, the exact replica of his father's, would light up and his cheeks would reveal the dimples he had inherited from his mother as he went on about the Downton Bazaar.
Which was why when the heavens opened up and dropped a veritable monsoon upon them, Anthony and Edith only had to share a look and they knew they'd have to somehow fix this. After everything that Robbie had been through, all the hospital visits, and all the poking and prodding he had endured with more bravery than those much older than he, he deserved to have at least this one carefree day.
The Downton Bazaar was one of the few events in Edith's childhood and adolescence that she remembered with a fond smile. Robbie would often beg Edith to tell him the story of the time when she was eight and she had beaten everyone else at the sack race to win a beautiful white and black spotted bunny that she had then promptly named Elizabeth Bunnet.
Anthony would smile as Robbie inevitably fall asleep and caress his son's blonde curls, remembering his own experiences of the Downton Bazaar from when he was a child on the neighboring estate. It was while their son was asleep that the two had grasped each other's hands and imagined, together, the day Robbie would be well enough to one day to attend.
"And now", Anthony thought to himself as he watched Edith go to their son, who was dejectedly pressing his face into the glass of the window, one hand clutching his stuffed rabbit and the other his little toy plane, "after all he's been through… If only there was a way to…"
Suddenly, it hit him, and he quickly searched his pockets looking for his phone to call the one person he knew would be able to help salvage this day.
"Hello? Cora?"