January 03, 1982, 17:33.
Henry smiles widely, his blue eyes wide with excitement as he moves awkwardly towards the man with the graceful beard.
First one foot, then another, and he falls. But the man doesn't look angry or sad, but continues to smile happily, and gets up again and repeats the process, while the man again extends both hands towards him. Every time he approaches the man and when he is about to stretch out his hands, he staggers again and falls; He tries to get up, but then decides it's best to stay on the ground and looks at the man.
"Well, something is something, little one."
The man does something funny with his hands and picks it up off the floor, the next moment he's no longer sitting on the cold wooden floor but on a soft fluffy rug, laughing as his fingers play with him.
Andy's voice distracts him, and he turns his head towards the door of the room, where he has his arms crossed and slowly enters, approaching him.
"Is it possible to know why so much laughter?"
The old man laughs, and Henry takes the opportunity to get up awkwardly; when he thinks Andy is almost the same distance as the other man, he screams.
"Andy!"
In the next moment Henry was hugging the legs of the man dressed in dark colors, who quickly carried him in his arms. He gives a big smile, seeing the man's black eyes wide.
"He said so!" Albert yells, and Andrew sees him frowning, in a clear 'don't tell me', but he sees Henry again, and smiles slightly. "Looks like he was waiting for you to see him walk!"
Andrew wants to tell him not to be stupid, that the boy simply wanted to get close to him to annoy him in any way possible despite his young age, but he only manages to pat the boy on the back.
If Andrew has the memory in a small jar, kept in a safe place, he won't tell anyone.