Okay, he had to admit, it was almost like a sense of relief when Trish's writing showed up in the journals. Finally, somebody who probably wasn't going to be cross with him. (Well, okay, he knew some other people weren't, but that was slightly besides the point.) Even if she was from a time when Fred had already -- well. He was trying not to think about that. And it had been a while since he'd left the house to do something not fully productive, anyway.
Despite the chill settling into the air, or perhaps because of it, George walked briskly to the park to meet up with her at the park. It felt like it had been forever since he'd seen some of his friends, and it probably had been, if he combined the time he had been in the village with any real time discrepancies back in the other world. (He couldn't call it back "home" anymore.)
Finally, he made it there and took a second to puff out air into the palms of his hands and rub them together. Bloody hell it had gotten cold out of nowhere. Up ahead he spotted Trish, and with a trademark mischievous grin spreading across his face almost instantaneously, George crept up quietly behind her until -
"BOO!" he exclaimed, jumping out and grabbing on to her shoulders for the full effect.