[He's not so sure. And from the sound of it, neither is River.]

Yeah, maybe. [He finds a chuckle.] It's the cool new thing. We're just too old to understand.

[The knotted problem of what's behind all of this twists in his thoughts as they finish shepherding the children home. Is it just mischief, or is the mischief a mask for something more sinister? By the time they drop the last girl off, and she skips to the door with the precious doll clutched to her chest, the sun is slanting low in the sky. Afternoon is beginning to sink into evening. Wilhelm looks at River.]

Do you want to keep looking for answers? Or should we head back?