He pulls away from her for the final time, and she takes the hint, slipping to her feet and pulling her robe closed, crossing her arms over her midriff. She paces across to the window, listening to him tell her he'll be glad to forget again. To undo everything she fought to do. Maybe even to forget this, whatever this is they've been dancing around the past three days.

'Do you? Want to be with the woman who dug up your grave? Or is that image going to appear in your head every time you look at me?'

She thought they were unbreakable, once. She's not so sure anymore.