Goo-ing and gah-ing, the couple made noises reserved for newborns as they waited on the slush-covered platform for the 8:01AM train.
Snow started falling as if a theater assistant was high above on the catwalk and sprinkling the perfect amount of snow to set the winter scene.
“I’ll call you as soon as I get there,” she promised.
“Have a good day, honey,” he replied.
The down vest-wearing golden retriever said nothing as the commuter capsule pulled away from the station with the woman who thought she was his mother.