"OK...I had answers prepared in my head for every question I thought you might ask, but they all seem to be gone now...Your name is John Mitchell, you run a pub, you live here, with me, your best friend George and his fiancee, Nina, and their daughter Eve, your best friend Maryanne and her son Tim and a little girl we're taking care of Sophia...We used to live in Bristol and now we live here."
She twisted her engagement ring on her finger, so he wouldn't see it. God knew if they were getting married now, if he would want to marry her, to even be with her.