That night Humphrey told Sally how he felt, how he'd tried to save their marriage, reminding her that their break up was her decision. He explained that he couldn't go back; that this wasn't fixable. Sally had rushed away from him in tears, but Humphrey couldn't go after her. And suddenly, Camille was there, as she always was. Humphrey knew he'd been right not to get back together with Sally; their marriage was over, he had moved on.
Camille and Humphrey drank rather too much rum punch that night and the next day Camille was suffering for it. But Humphrey, with his drive to solve the murder, and his renewed zest for life, was raring to go. Camille had always been in awe of Humphrey's brilliant mind for working out impossible cases and delivering justice; and Humphrey certainly didn't disappoint her today. The murderer was caught and the team headed down to Catherine's for a well deserved celebration.
Humphrey wasn't sure what made him do it, he wasn't one to share his feelings; he hadn't been brought up that way. But while watching Camille dancing with Catherine and Dwayne, he confided something in Fidel that he'd only just admitted to himself; he loved Camille. Fidel urged him to tell Camille but Humphrey refused, swearing Fidel to secrecy. Fidel agreed, after all, Humphrey was the boss.
Now, at 3am, Humphrey was in a reflective mood; taking stock of things in his head. Admitting his feelings for Camille had been a huge step for him, but why was he unwilling to take things further? It wasn't because he was unsure of how he felt; looking back, he realised he'd fallen for Camille from day one. So what was it? Humphrey realised that breaking up with Sally had hurt him more than he had previously thought; that his confidence had taken a severe bruising. He would need time to recover. And what if Camille did not feel the same as him; could he bear to risk his heart again? The sea continued to lap the shore and Humphrey was suddenly exhausted. Tomorrow was another day; he'd make his decision then.