She laughed, admittedly feeling quite chuffed at his interpretting the music as their song. This was starting to feel like not a hallucination, or at least she'd go with it not being one. Emma picked up her own battered old suitcase as she accepted his arm. They moved ahead together, just like the perfect team they had become.
And still together. What a lark life could be. Emma never imagined she'd rather be with Steed when her husband first vanished.
Her bright eyes looked around again as the music got more distinctive with their approach to a unique building. The mishmash of structures which should have been separate houses soon loomed over them.
"Roaring Fords Inn," she read the sign out loud and looked at her partner. "My lord, I do believe this is our stop."