Lewis hovered outside the local inn, taking in the tearful reunion of Lydia, Isabella, and the small child just a few yards away. The sight of the young boy enfolded in Isabella's loving arms twanged at his heartstrings, awakening emotions he'd thought were long buried beneath layers of reason and logic. 

     He needed a distraction, something to shift his mind from the tender scene before him. He reached for a button on the back of the Light-emitting diode display screen he'd crafted.

     Each tiny diode flickered and shone, performing an intricate dance of light to create a flowing tapestry of text for all to see. The digital signs announced the plight of a "6 year old boy missing," who was "last seen wearing a grey cap and green breeches," and whose abductor was a "male with red beard and dark hair." 

     Lewis had envisioned these signs as the future of communication, replacing the cumbersome paper signs of old. 

     The LED screen, retrieved from Isabella's collection of his belongings, could be programmed to display any message within a 16-character limit. The screens had been mounted on carriages that trundled around town, spreading the news of the child's disappearance like a persistent town crier.

     The kidnapper, thankfully, was recognized by a sharp-eyed innkeeper who had seen him in his establishment, seeking lodgings with the young boy in tow. The authorities were alerted immediately.

     A wave of pride washed over Lewis. He'd played a part in reuniting a mother and her child—a feeling that words could not adequately describe.

    Absorbed in his thoughts, he didn't notice Lydia approach until she was standing beside him, taking in his conflicted expression as he watched Isabella and her son.

     "You did a good thing," she murmured softly.

     Lewis nodded, yet his eyes remained fixed on the tender scene. The idea of having a family of his own buzzed in his mind like a persistent bumblebee.

     "Do you know why the boy was taken?" Lewis asked, lost in thought.

     "The man was homeless. He'd lost everything during the Tulip crash. He saw Isabella and decided to make her his scapegoat, blaming her for his misfortune," Lydia explained.

      Moments went by as they both stood together in silence. 

     "You should go say hello," Lydia gently prodded, sensing his turmoil.

     With a shake of his head, Lewis turned away. "I think my job here is done. Goodbye, Lydia."

     As she touched his arm, trying to hold him back, Lydia insisted, "You should go to her. We wouldn't have found him without your help."

     For a moment, Lewis pondered the whereabouts of Isabella's husband, who should have been by her side during such a trying time. 

     Then, without further ado, he simply walked away, leaving Lydia to watch him disappear into the distance.