Don was very true to his word and arrived within the hour. Betty sauntered out the door, wearing the faintest smile on her mouth. She didn't know what to expect from the man that she hadn't seen properly in weeks. The last time they were alone together, it was as if none of the bad memories ever happened. But there plenty of bad memories, and they came from both sides.

A few years into their marriage, Betty had paused to wonder if her husband was ever the

'marrying kind of man'. He didn't seem too enthralled with the idea of marriage once the honeymoon was completed and the dust had settled. He would spend the majority of his hours in the city, in the company of others for both professional and personal reasons, and that left his so called partner out in the cold, with only the children for company.

She had put up with his infidelities longer than she had intended, each time telling herself that this was the last one, that there would be no more. He still came home to her, and so far that was enough. There was too much to lose by leaving, her name, her social standing in the neighborhood, the children, the house, her possessions. It was in their tenth year as husband and wife that Betty found a distraction of her own, on complete accident at one of the parties held by Don's partners. Henry Francis was an advisor for the Republican Party and looking for companionship – the same thing that she was looking for. He was a divorce without the baggage, a full grown daughter and a wife that he was on relatively civil terms with. Their relationship started over a local reservoir in a beloved nearby area – Betty, who was head of the Junior League, enlisted Henry to convince local government officials to leave the land alone and do their building and planning elsewhere. After Henry had proved successful, Betty found her attraction growing stronger. She was restless in her marriage, and found herself just as bored as she imagined her husband might be.

Betty stopped the dalliance, for fear of hurting both reputations. She had told him that she wanted something more, a commitment from him, without having to leave her husband. She was willing to leave the relationship where it was for now, not wanting to go through the trauma of divorcing her husband.

Until the issue of Don's past life came into play. After finding the key to the drawer in the office, Don's past dictated the present and future. He was no longer 'Don Draper' to her, he was now Dick Whitman, a complete stranger.

It was the nail in the coffin for her. Everything she had once believed, every good part of him that she thought she saw was a lie, he was someone else. Using the hidden identity as her insurance, Betty told her husband that she was not only getting a divorce, but taking the children with her. Given what she knew, Don conceded and the filing was complete a few weeks later.

The first several months after the divorce were punctuated with acrimonious meetings and disagreements over everything from custody to who was staying in the house. Henry and Betty spent a year living in the Draper house, paying Don rent to help with the mortgage and cover expenses. At Henry's urging, Betty relented and finally said goodbye to Ossining. It was at the open house that she discovered that Don was engaged to his secretary.

She had been thinking about him earlier that day when he dropped the bullet about Megan - and they weren't the negative and hostile thoughts that she had become accustomed to regarding him. Betty and Henry had been squabbling over the issue of moving, and Henry had brought up Betty's ex once more, claiming that he was often the root of their troubles and that they should move away for independence. He had accused her of caring too much about him before, citing her outrageous anger towards him as unhealthy. The fact that they still lived in a house that Don owned, that he was making payments on made Henry's resentment more prominent. For the sake of herself and her marriage, Betty finally relented and agreed to wholeheartedly look elsewhere. It was Don's announcement of his engagement that convinced her that she had to go through with the move, no backing out at the last minute. He was officially moving on, and she had no choice but to follow suite.

Don opened the cab door for Betty, struck by his partner's appearance. "I haven't seen that coat in years," Don said closing the door for his partner.

"I figured it would be cold," Betty said, eyeing the wintry mix that continued to fall.

"I thought you would have traded in that coat years ago."

"It has great sentimental value," Betty said thoughtfully. "I'd never get rid of it, even if it doesn't fit as well as it once did."

"You look perfect Betts," Don assured her as he began to brief her on the Jaguar clients and what to expect at the dealership.

"Only the best for Don Draper," Betty teased lightly. "Did you mean it?" she prodded as the cab stopped at a red light.

"Which part?"

"Where you said that you missed me?"

"We're here," the cab driver moved the car into park as Don handed him cash for the ride. He hopped out of the car and opened Betty's side door, offering her his hand.

"Yes, Don answered as Betty stepped out. "Every word."

Betty laced her arms inside of Don's, feeling a familiar tingle in her fingers.

"Are you cold?" Don asked, pulling her towards him slightly.

"I'm fine," Betty said, offering her husband a tentative smile. She trusted him enough to let him take the lead, let him guide her as he had done so many times in the past.

Don chivalrously opened the door for his partner, keeping one hand at the small of her back.

"I've never been in one of these places before," Betty whispered. Don had purchased the previous family vehicles without his wife and family, explaining that he would get more done on his own.

"Just act natural, and look at your watch," Don advised, leaning into her ear. He calculated the potential revenue that a car client would bring in, revenue that was desperately needed to compete with the other ad agencies, all looking for the same thing.

"It's all so grand," Betty murmured, touching the slick exterior of a royal blue two door vehicle.

As if on cue, a salesman came over to the couple. "Well hello, what brings you in today?"

Don looked at the salesman, who wore a nametag that said 'Stewart'. "We got tired of waiting for a cab, and thought we'd buy a car." Don helped Betty take off her coat, draping it over his arm.

"Let's see if I can get out of your way," Stewart winked, taking a step back.

"What's this one?" Don asked, pointing to a grey vehicle.

"It's the Mark II," Stewart recited. "It's roomy, quiet – good for a night out on the town, but can also accommodate children. Do you have any?"

"Altogether three," Betty said proudly. "Two boys and a girl."

"This car is for the American road. It's too much power for England – they don't have the space."

"Yeah, plus I hear dampness is murder on the electrical system," Don added.

"We've worked that out," Stewart reassured.

"Oh Honey, what's that?" Betty gasped, touching Don's arm and pulling his attention to a red two door model.

"That's the most beautiful car ever made," Stewart explained, following them. "The XKE, or the E-Type."

"I want one," Betty demurely said to Don, fingering the fixtures.

"I'm thinking about paying to have you drive around in this," Stewart admired as Betty crossed to the other side of the car.

"Well give me the keys, I'll drive her around for free," Don offered as Betty returned to his side."

"I'll have to take you out one at a time," Stewart explained. "There's no room for three."

"Why would we want you along?" Betty asked, a mischievous smile on her mouth.

"She really wants me to take her for a ride," Don insisted.

"I can't. She can drive it herself," Stewart offered as a compromise.

"So you're going to ride with her?" Don asked, crossing over to Stewart.

"Can I?"

Don clicked his tongue and took out his checkbook. "How much is the car?"

"That one? $5,600."

Don shook his head, writing out an amount. "Here's $6,000. If we don't come back, consider it paid for." Don beckoned for Betty follow him.

"Don?" Betty whispered. "Can you really do this?"

"I already did," Don smirked, opening the car door and offering her his hand as she scooted in.

Betty couldn't help but laugh at the audacity of the situation.

Don slid into the front seat, the keys in his hand. "Let's go enjoy the afternoon."