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A few days later, Newt was ready to see the city itself. Last time he'd been in New York, the time had been spent on chasing his creatures; today, he wanted to see it all like a normal person.

Tina was a bit skeptical, but agreed to show him around.

"We'll walk through the city a little bit and go over to Central Park." She decided.

Newt seemed pretty content with that.

"It WILL be a relief to see the central park without any Erumpents crashing down on us," he said, and promptly turned red. Tina had no idea why.

The day was chilly but fresh, and the two of them found it most refreshing. Like yesterday, enormous crowds flocked the streets. Newt was prepared this time; he controlled his mind and managed to enjoy the walk through the city.

Tina watched him carefully. Everything about Newt was the same as it had been last time she'd seen him; the clothes, the manner of walking, the look of wonder and amazement that perpetually graced his eyes. His face was something Tina would never get tired of looking at- his thin cheeks and baggy eyes may seem odd to others, but to Tina they seemed to give Newt and air of devotion.

He was clasping and unclasping his hands, and Tina could tell it was because of his case. Newt was so used to carrying it everywhere, and she'd encouraged him to try walking around without it. It seemed to be hard for him, but Tina believed it was important. He had to know what it felt like to be released from the burdens of his creatures, even for a little while.

"What?"

Tina snapped back from her inspection of Newt. He was looking at her, curious.

"What what?" She said, trying to make it into a joke. Tina was never good at jokes, and Newt raised an eyebrow.

"You were staring at me."

Tina sighed. "Your hands."

Newt glanced down at his palm, clenched into a fist.

"I- I feel freer." He said, confused. "But I miss my creatures."

Tina put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "They'll be fine! Nobody can mess with that Erumpent."

Newt smiled faintly. "I hope so. Thank-you, Tina."

Their walk continued in silence, and Tina shot occasional glances at Newt. Whenever he looked in her direction she turned away and stared pointedly at a building in the distance.

Finally they reached Central Park. Children scurried around the pathways, giggling, and squirrels clambered up trees. Newt seemed pleased with the whole thing.

"Lovely." He murmured. "I didn't remember how nice it was."

Tina gently took him by the hand. "Come, let me show you some of it."

She brought Newt to one of the ponds (he insisted on feeding the ducks with a piece of strudel he'd hidden in his pocket). After that they wandered around for a bit, settling down on a bench to watch children play.

"What happened to Modesty?" Newt suddenly asked, his eyes still fixed on the little ones.

Tina turned to him. "She got adopted by a loving family. I think she'd doing well."

Newt nodded.

"I never thought of her until now." He admitted, sounding sad. "I can't believe it."

"Newt, she's fine. Don't bully yourself."

Newt looked over at her. "If you say so."

They sat together, legs touching.

"You have a fear of large crowds, don't you?" Tina said, startling Newt.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then answered: "Mildly. It's called Agoraphobia."

"I thought so." Tina announced. "The way you avoid people, the way you looked sick that first day here…"

Newt seemed upset, so Tina hugged him.

"There's nothing wrong with that!" She said firmly. "I'm not very good with people myself. You're an amazing man anyway!"

Newt smiled a real smile now.

"Thank-you, Tina." He told her, his breath coming out in puffs of steam.

They put their arms around eachother and kept on watching the children frolic as the city of New York bustled around them.