Dustyn continues looking at the ground as they leave the street.

"Is I just being stupid?"

They start to head up one last small street

"We is nearly there. I is sorry for being silly."

They eventually arrive at the house. It is small and cosy just like the others in the village only this one has a lovely garden filled with a variety of plants and flowers. Dustyn smiles at the familiar site.

"I think we is here."

Dustyn smiles before rambling on, not taking a moment to breathe.

"It's just like it always was. I remember I getted stinged by a wasp in that garden once. I hate that wasp, it was bad to me and I didn't do nothing to it. That wasp thought it was the bestest but it wasn't, it was just a little bitch. I is glad it is dead now. I spit on its grave. Do wasps get buried, Blakey? Do the other wasps do crying? Where do dead wasps go? And....and...and...and...I forget....my head hurts now, Blakey. Do wasps get headaches?"

"Of course he'll like you. He doesn't know anything about you though since he isn't really up to date with Twitter and Culture Uncut and stuffs cos he is old. Well, he's in his late sixties. Is that old?"

Dustyn begins to walk up the little path to the front door.

"Yeah, I sent him an invitation to the wedding but he couldn't come cos he was in hospital."

Dustyn knocks on the door. Shay makes little gurgling noises in his pushchair.

Dustyn's grandfather opens the door and smiles when he sees him. For a man in his late sixties, he looks rather young and healthy. His face barely has a wrinkle on it and his hair is still blonde (although very light and faded. He actually looks younger than Dustyn's actual father. Dustyn's grandfather, Robert, still has the typical 'Blue' look, with the light hair, bright blue eyes and youthful features. He is around the same height as Blake and is wearing a plain grey t-shirt with a dark blue cardigan over it along with dark blue cotton trousers which are more likely to be pajamas and a pair of tartan slipper. He looks down at Shay and smiles at him before looking back up at Blake and Dustyn.

"Ah, it's great to see you. Come in, come in."

He moves out of the way to let them in.

Robert hugs Blake instead and pats him on the back

"Ah, an American! We don't get visitors like you round here much. Just call me Robert."

Robert looks down at Shay who has fallen asleep in his pushchair

"Is this Shay?"

"Yeah, this is my little ShayShay. You don't mind that I bringed him do you?"

"Not at all! I'm his great grandfather....I feel old."

"You is old..."

Robert laughs

"You're filled with compliments. Can I adopt you?"

Dustyn heads over to the couch, holding a sleeping Shay. Robert sits on his armchair across from the couch.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself."