In a fenced-in playground straight across from the London Eye, a little boy of only three years old was occupying himself by playing tic-tac-toe on a panel attached to the side of a slide.
After winning against himself for about the eleventh time, the child grew impatient.
"Daddy!" he called.
A tall, thin man with dark, curly brown hair got off the bench from where he was sitting and calmly walked over to his son.
"Yes?" He looked down at the boy with a slight smile.
"Daddy, help! I'm bored!" the child whined.
"That's what I was afraid of," the man laughed as he bent his knees to get level with his child. "What do you want to do?"
"Push me on the swing, Daddy?" the boy asked, a hint of feigned pitifulness in his voice.
The man slowly unbent his knees and then scooped his son up, carrying him against his hip with one arm.
"You're getting heavier," the man told his son. "If you don't stop, Mummy and I may just have to stop feeding you," he said pseudo-seriously, hoping to get a reaction from the boy.
"I don't believe that," the child declared.
"I guess you're already too smart for that," the man conceded.
The boy nodded, knowing he had gotten the best of his father for once.
Once he had situated the boy on a swing fit to the child's liking, the man began to push him harder and harder, helping him go higher and higher in the air.
As smart as the boy was, he was still amazed at how a swing set could make him feel like he was flying. His curly blonde hair, an exact copy of his father's at that age, blew about in the wind, and his light blue eyes lit up with every push higher.
Soon, the man had stopped pushing his son, letting him go on his own, something the boy didn't really seem to mind.
He leaned against a slide, happily watching his son swing to his heart's content, all the while twisting the silver band on his left ring finger absent-mindedly.
A woman with deep brown hair and a pair of aviator sunglasses sat on the same bench the man had just left a few minutes ago, nervously watching her husband and son.
"Honey!" she called. "Don't let him get too high now."
The man turned around and looked at his wife, with a reassuring yet cocky grin and a nod of the head. The boy agreed, telling Mummy he had it all under control.
The woman rolled her eyes and turned to the couple sitting on the bench next to her, joking in an American accent, "Just what the world needs. Another Sherlock Holmes."