[Only a short distance away there's a young woman staring up at the same fireworks. Maybe wishing on them is silly, legend or not, but she doesn't care.]

[One hand settling on the familiar ring, she stares at the fireworks for a moment before closing her eyes and desperately wishing for a face she only kind of remembers.]

[It's selfish, of his she has no doubt. She doesn't wish for peace or something that'd actually help the world. No. All she can do is pray for a single word. One that she accidentally whispers out loud.]

Mom.