Author's note: Written just for fun. I get nothing for any of this. Two and a half years have passed since the day of the college tour. Dr. George Hartman is returning for Parent's Weekend.

George Hartman had been looking forward to Parents Weekend at Middleton for a long time. It was nice to have a weekend away but he also really missed his son. They spoke on the phone a few times a week and were in contact via text messaging on a daily basis. Conrad had really matured into a fine young man during his time at Middleton and George couldn't be any prouder of the boy.

Their relationship was one of the most important things in George's life—particularly after the separation from his wife which was, surprisingly rather amicable. Conrad was about the only thing left that George and his wife had in common and could agree on; after he went to college, the void was felt by both parents. George reflected on this as he turned the corner at the sign with the arrow pointing out "Middleton."

He reached over and adjusted the tuner on the radio. If he remembered correctly, it was almost time for... "Alright Middletonians! It's Friday and you're hanging out with me, Conrad Hartman! That can only mean one thing...FOUNTAIN FUH-RIDAY! Be brave! Be bold! Be wet! Everybody in the fountain!" George smiled as the fanfare from the London Symphony orchestra swelled, signaling all the fountain goers into action. This particular piece of music was Conrad's signature fountain piece since he started with the campus radio station.

George parked the car outside the communications building where the radio station did it's broadcasting. He set the parking brake and got out. He knew he was early to pick Conrad up but was happy to stand outside and wait on this gorgeous afternoon. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and lifted his face towards the late afternoon sun. He smiled as the bells in the bell tower chimed a familiar four-tone melody.

"George?"

He opened his eyes and looked around. "George! George Hartman! Dr. Heart-man..." she continued as she got closer.

Edith. Edith Martin. Oh my God...I can't believe it's Edith! The corners of his mouth turned up as the surprise began to register on his face. He'd imagined this moment a thousand times in a thousand different ways. Two years ago, he'd spent one day with Edith—ONE day—and it changed the way he he saw himself and his life.

"It's really you..." She said.

"It really is." He replied, wishing he had a wittier response.

"You know I hardly recognized you...no bow tie, no khakis..." She stepped back and admired the look. He wore dark blue denim pants with black shoes and a red v-neck sweater over a blue t-shirt.

"Well, I didn't want to appear...feckless."

She burst out laughing and threw her right hand onto his left arm. There is was. The witty remark that produced that million watt smile and beautiful laughter. After her laughter subsided, she shook her head, "It's really you..."

"That's twice you've said that, you know."

Her smile faltered for a moment. "Oh, I-"

"It's good to see you too, Edith." He said, interrupting her thought. "How are you?"

"Great! Yeah, great...you know...Audrey's going to school here and doing great...and uh...I found a great parking space to back into today so..."

He threw his head back and chuckled at that. He really appreciated this woman's humor.

"Dad!"

George turned to see Conrad bounding out of the building with his bag slung across his body.

"Did you hear it?" asked the boy.

"Yes, I caught the end of it," George said, embracing his son tightly. "My compliments on your choice of music!"

"Okay, well, I'll let you two...see ya, George." Edith said backing away.

"Wait, where are you staying?"

"Riverside Inn."

"I am too. Can I call you later?"

"Yes. Please do." She replied.

As she walked away, George smiled. Then he turned to Conrad. "You need to shave."