...and you stare at nothing.

It's not nothing.

- Your daughter's turned into a space case. - Get your hands off her!

Karin?

- Is she all right? - I don't know.

- Is she breathing? - Should I get the car?

I'm going to call emergency.

- Annie, wait. - What?

Just wait.

- What have we got here? - She fell.

- This child's choking to death. - Get her up.

Hold her steady now.

Hot dog. Stuck in her throat.

She'll be all right.

She'll be turning handsprings before you know it.

Thank you, Doc.

No, son. Thank you.

Oh, my God. You can't go back.

- You can't go back. - It's all right.

- I'm sorry. - It's all right.

I best be getting on home...

...before Alicia begins to think I got a girlfriend.

Hey, Doc.

Good work, Doc.

Nice going, Doc.

Going to miss you.

Win one for me one day, will you, boys?

- Okay, Doc. - Yeah.

When did these ballplayers get here?

Hey, rookie!

You were good.