He held her hand and led the way, smiling as they entered the next exhibit, a little ways up the line from hers, and he waved a hand, talking about what little he knew.
The next room, though, was far worse, for it showed the darkest age, when the black plague struck and millions died. Death was everywhere, and he shivered as he told her of it and led her through it, to the next one, a re-dawning of civilization that would lead to industrialization and an Renaissance of art.