We bought a stand-alone freezer a few months ago. In the interval between then and now Mrs The Fyd cooked some baked ziti and stored it in the freezer. Last night she thawed out a couple portions and allowed me to have this baked ziti for dinner. It was excellento.

This is all so dreadfully quotidian as to be beneath notice, except for the mitigating factor that it serves to illustrate how a satisfying ending to the interconnecting stories of the freezer and the baked ziti was perhaps inevitable, given the timing, technology, and generously kind-hearted intentions of Mrs The Fyd.