He had taken her out of the city, out along the beaches to show her what the night really looked like without the interference of buildings and lights. They sat along the shore, looking up as the stars slowly began to come twinkling out.
"Daddy, what are those lights?" Anna asked, blue eyes wide as she stared up into the wide abyss, curling into him.
"The stars?"
"Well yes, but what are they really?" She said, tearing her gaze away from them to look up at Booker, thinking that he would know all the answers. Her small hands tugged at his vest, begging him to speak. He sighed and scooped her up, cradling her within his arms.
"I don't know Anna. You're the one with the imagination, why don't you tell me?" He responded, his lips twitching up into a smirk at the sight of her face, all scrunched up in thought at his words. She looked back at the stars and suddenly smiled wide.
"I think they're lighthouses!" Anna exclaimed proudly, bobbing her head, satisfied with her answer.
"Really?" Booker chuckled, brushing back a lock of her hair and resting his head on top of hers, a smile splitting cross his face.
"Yes! And each lighthouse has a door on it and all the doors go to different places!"
"And what places would there be?"
"The sky, under the sea, Paris, anywhere!" She listed off, wiggling out from under him and out of his arms. Anna stood, staring up into the wide sky, head tilted back. Booker chuckled once again, and laid down, tucking his hands behind his head.
"That's a lot of doors." He whistled, keeping an eye on his daughter as she whirled around, looking down at him.
"But because there's so many, a lot of them go to places that aren't so good and bad things happen…" She said, trailing off, looking lost causing him to sit back up, a hand outstretched to her.
"Anna…"
"But that's ok! Because there are just as many of them go to places that are really good! Like here!" She chirped, once again regain her happy smile, her hands wrapping around his outreached one.
"Lighthouses, huh? Yeah, that sounds about right."