He takes his first step onto the ice, wobbling slightly on the blade, his smile making him look a little younger, a little more carefree. Less the man he is and more the man he used to be, when their family was whole. It's a nice feeling, spending time with his queen with nothing urgent pressing at them. "If surfacers can do it, I'm sure we can, too," he says, smile a little wry, taking another step out, trying to get the feel for it.