Martha Costello stood on the pavement, gazing out across the Thames. In the space of a few hours she had lost so much: Billy, Sean and now even her livelihood. For the first time in her life, she really had no idea what to do.
One feeling resolved eventually resolved itself in the tumultuous mass of emotion: homesickness. For a while she considered moving back to Manchester, but quickly decided it would be too difficult to get the cases she wanted in a new city. After a while, she became distraught as it dawned on her that she was directionless for the first time she could remember.
An oddly familiar voice shook her from her reverie; 'Martha?' It called from behind her. She turned to see a large and expensive car pulled up at the roadside, and a familiar figure walking towards her. She immediately recognized him as one of her oldest friends at the bar: Dr James Bowen QC, though he had once been 'James' to her and her to him 'my White Rose'. They had attended bar school together and had even been in a brief relationship. She tried to speak but found only tears, weeping for her lost friends and livelihood. James instinctively took a few brief strides forwards and drew her into a long, passionate embrace. Nestling her head into a fur collared shoulder she heard him say 'it's been a long time Martha, and we still greet each other like this?' For the first time that day, Martha Costello laughed, and with that laughter she remembered that time she had spent with James as the best times of her life. 'I heard about what's been happening Marth, and I've got an offer for you: join me'. Overcome with emotion, she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed, half with sorrow and half with joy, until he guided her gently into the car and they set off together into the night.