Acorn -

Roland finds it an adjustment, living in a house.

He picks up sticks and leaves in the garden and then forgets them, playing indoors, and Regina squashes down frustration and tries to be a gentler form of strict and - eventually - the playthings of an outdoor childhood collect in bowls left for the purpose, only crumbled detritus persisting on stairs and doorways and in the carpet.

She's puzzled, then, come fall, to find an acorn on her dresser.

"Potential," Robin says, "A chance of life - hope you can hold in your hand."

Regina smiles, kisses him, and - "Don't let Roland see."