For the rest of the afternoon, the POstables focused on their regular duties, but Shane couldn't help but be drawn back to the baby book from time to time. As she continued with her search, she discovered that each of Victoria's grandparents was deceased as well. With this knowledge, and nothing else to go on, Shane decided to turn her full attention to pinpointing the whereabouts of Victoria herself.

"So?" Rita asked, as they were getting ready to leave the office that evening. "Any progress?"

"Not so much," Shane grimaced. "The grandparents all passed away years ago, before Victoria was even born. So, according to her family tree, it appears that she's all that's left of her biological family."

"Ahh," said Norman. "I know the feeling. Well….at least I remember how it felt before I met my grandmother."

Rita placed her hand on Norman's shoulder. "Maybe Victoria has been blessed with an entirely new family, just like you."

Norman smiled and covered Rita's hand with his. "I sure hope so."

After leaving the DLO, the O'Tooles and Dormans went to the Mailbox Grille and enjoyed an evening chatting over dinner. Their friendships had grown even stronger over the last few years as they all supported each other in their early years of marriage. There had been ups and downs as they navigated into unchartered newlywed territory, but because of their deep-rooted commitments to their spouses and the encouragement they each offered one another within their group, they always made it past the bumps in the road.

A few minutes into their dinner, Oliver noticed that Shane kept moving her fork around in her food, but nothing had actually made it to her mouth.

"Are you planning to eat?" Oliver asked her.

"What?" Shane looked up from her plate with a puzzled look.

"Are you planning to eat?" he repeated.

"Oh. Yes, that was the plan." Shane sighed, putting down her fork. "But for some reason I don't feel very hungry right now. I just cannot make sense of the fact that Victoria has no online presence. It's like she doesn't even exist."

"Well, one does not have to be online to exist," Oliver asserted.

"Another famous Oliver quote. You know, maybe I'll start a book to record your witty wisdom," Shane quipped with a laugh.

Despite his wife's sarcasm, Oliver looked quite pleased with himself.

"So, I have a baby book," Rita blurted out.

The other three looked at her in surprise.

Norman swallowed a bite of food. "You do?"

"Uh-huh," she answered. "My mom actually made mine herself! She created it out of a regular scrapbook album. I think there are more flowers and peace signs in there than anything else." She almost snorted. "It's always been fun to look at, though, and it's even more special to me now that she's gone." Rita looked down at her plate and bit her lower lip, and Norman took Rita's hand under the table of the booth.

Shane and Oliver looked at Rita with sympathy.

"Aww, Rita," Shane spoke up. "I'm so glad she did that for you! I know it means a lot. I don't think my mom ever made a baby book for my sister or me," she added, shrugging her shoulder nonchalantly.

Oliver remarked, "Well, I can say with certainty that I don't have one. My dad has boxes of photographs that were never put into albums, but that's all."

Shane lit up. "Ohhh, I would love to see some more pictures of little Oliver…."

Oliver grinned sheepishly. "Next time we're at Dad's, I'll gather them for you."

"I don't have anything from my childhood," Norman commented with despair. It was Rita's turn to console him. "But those days weren't exactly the happiest times of my life," he continued. "The last few years have been the best. It's great to be a POstable."

"Yes, Norman. Yes, it is," Oliver agreed, with Shane and Rita chiming in as well.