She wraps him up in her arms, holding him close, her hands stroking through his hair.

'Stay with me. Just until morning. Stay the night...'

Her voice breaks, and she draws in a breath, holding it. And then letting it go in a long, shivering sigh. Surrendering to the reality of it all. Taken all at once, it's too much for one person to handle all on her own.

That's what she thought, her first night in Fenchurch, in that ridiculous black and white decorating disaster of a flat over an Italian restaurant.

And yet, here they are.

'Dinner will be here soon.'