The driver informed Cosima that they were about an hour away from her Destination and offered some pleasant small talk as they began their journey.

After a while he sensed that she did not want to talk and so fell silent, leaving her with her thoughts.

She wondered what Delphine's house looked like. She wondered if she would even be home but most of all she wondered if anyone else lived there.

She knew it was irrational to expect Delphine to never move on. After all, for the last three years, she had thought she was dead.

Still, she hoped more than anything that they could still hold some form of a future together. The thought of coming back to the brilliant French doctor was what had kept her going most of all. The thought of holding her again and the all-encompassing safety that Delphine offered whenever she was in her presence had been at the forefront of her mind, from the moment she realised it was going to be a long time before she saw her again, if ever.

Cosima had begged Marion to let Delphine and her sisters know she was alive but had been told time and time again that it was too dangerous. Not only for Cosima but for everyone else as well.

She knew she was right, she knew more than anyone that if Sarah and Delphine knew she was alive then they would have gone to the end of the earth to get to her.

She reaches for the folder Marion had given her and starts to look through it. She looks through the paperwork and finally finds the phone. She turns it on and waits for the screen to light up. To her surprise, the phone had already been set up with an account in her name.

The first thing she does is looks through the address book. She finds the phone numbers for all of the important people from her former life have been added. Hovering over the numbers for Sarah, Alison, Felix, Scott and Delphine. She thinks about calling one of them. She decides that it is probably a bit too much to put on them in a phone conversation. She imagines Scott sitting slack-jawed in his lab coat at hearing her voice and smiles to herself but decides against giving him the shock of his life right now.

She sits back against the plush leather seat and imagines what Delphine looks like now. She wonders where they all live and what the kids are like. She thinks about Charlotte and wonders if she is living with one of her sisters.

Before long the city turns in to the suburbs, the daylight is fading and Cosima wonders if she should wait until tomorrow but that thought quickly leaves her when the driver says they are ten minutes away. She can't wait any longer.

The eventually pull in to a small cul-de-sac that is surrounded but two-story houses with small gardens in the front. The car drives round in a semi-circle before pulling to a stop in front of a modest but very homely looking house.

"Are you sure this is it?" Cosima asks the driver as she starts to feel so nervous it borders on nausea.

"Yes, Miss. This is number 63. I will get your bag" he answers opening his door before also opening hers.

She steps out on to the sidewalk briefly looking at the manicured lawn and wonders if she needs to pay the driver or if it has already been taken care of. He pulls her bag out of the trunk and hands it to her before she can ask and says goodbye.

She thanks him and says goodbye. She takes a deep breath and makes her way up the footpath towards the house. She has taken no more than five steps when the front door opens, spilling light on to the front porch.

It takes her by surprise and she barely has time to let her eyesight adjust before she realises who is stood in the door frame.

Delphine looks exactly the same as the last time she saw her on the island. Her hair is still a light shade of dirty blonde and wavy to her shoulders. She's wearing grey jeans and a white t-shirt and her feet are bare. Cosima is stood taking in every detail of her love as Delphine stands there, hand still on the doorknob. Her eyebrows are knitted together in confusion and her mouth is slightly open.

"Surprise," Cosima says because she's suddenly aware she hasn't said anything.

She had thought about this moment constantly for the last three years. She had played out every possible scenario over and over again in her head and in exactly none of those imaginings did she ever see herself saying "Surprise."

She doesn't have long to mentally berate herself as in the next three seconds Delphine falls, almost in slow motion, to her knees. Her head falls into her open hands and she sits there rocking slowly as Cosima's feet taken over and she heads towards her.

Cosima climbs the steps to the porch quickly and kneels down next to Delphine. She isn't sure if she should touch her, 'Is it too much?' She asks herself but her hands work quicker than her brain and her arms fall around Delphine's shoulders.

Cosima places her head on Delphine's crown.

"I'm so sorry." She whispers because it's all she can think to say.

Delphine lifts her head and looks at her, she looks at her like she needs to see every millimetre of her face to believe it's really her. Her eyes finally land on Cosima's as a single tear escapes Cosima's eye. Delphine gives a small whimper before turning her body to grab Cosima. She holds the small clone so tight that Cosima can feel as the sobs begin to wrack her body, matching her own.

They stay like this for a long time, before their breathing begins to calm.

Delphine turns her head to bury into Cosima's now longer dreds.

"I don't understand," Delphine says barely above a whisper.

"I will explain everything. It's a long story." Cosima answers pulling their bodies apart slight to cup Delphine's face in her hands. The thumb of her right-hand brushes briefly over Delphine's cheekbone and she smiles a small smile at her, trying to pour all of her love into the tiny gesture.

"You are a sight for sore eyes," Cosima says quietly as her voice begins to crack.

Delphine lets out a half laugh half sob and the remark. They stay kneeling on the porch for another few minutes staring at each other and then Delphine takes Cosima's hand in her own.

"Come," she says as she raises to her feet and pulls Cosima with her.

She leads her into the house and closes the door behind her.

"I need to know everything," Delphine says as she stands half leaning on the now closed door as if for support.

"Of course," Cosima replies nodding once. She can't think how she will even begin to tell Delphine everything that has happened but she knows she needs to hear it. She needs to know the whole truth. Everything else they will figure out later.