Pat and Hortense watch Fred leave. Fred walks under the highway overpasses as a train whistles nearby.
At the airfield, a corporal looks at Derry’s service card.
Well, I’ll tell you, Captain,” says the corporal, “We’ve got two flights going out of here tonight. One eastbound, one westbound. You’ll have to ask the pilot. Which way you going?”
“Which one leaves first?” asks Fred.
“Eastbound. Eight o’clock,” says the corporal.
“That’ll be fine. I’ll just hang around the field until then,” says Fred.
“Say,” says the corporal, “you don’t seem to care where you’re going!”
“That’s right, chum,” says Fred. “I don’t.”
Back at the railroad flat, Pat Derry reads his son’s citations.
“Hortense,” says Pat, while reading. “Hortense!”