Tomorrow came and went, and then the next day and the next, everyday Henry telling himself that he would talk to Jo tomorrow. Abe had given up pestering him to speak to her, just relieved that he had stopped drinking for the moment, but was beginning to wonder if Henry would ever build up the courage to talk to Jo. From what he heard from Lucas, Henry would make himself scarce whenever Jo came down to the morgue. So when they were eating dinner a week after he'd invited Jo over, he brought up the subject.

'Ah, Henry. Just curious, are you going to speak to Jo any time soon?' Henry looked up sharply from his plate.

'Why do you ask? You're not thinking of inviting her around again, are you?'

'No no no, I was just thinking of how miserable you have been since this whole thing began. It will be good for you to talk to Jo, she makes you happy. And I know Mom would want you to get on with your life, it's been 30 yea-'

'Don't bring Abigail into this!' Henry jumped up from his seat.

'Aww come on, Pops. You know as well as I do that she wouldn't want you to be like this.'

'I don't care if this isn't what she wants! I don't care if she wants me to move on! I don't want to move on! Can't you try to understand, Abraham? I'm not ready to let go of her yet.' He leant on the table, breathing heavily. 'I'm just not ready.' He began to cry, sobs shaking his shoulders. Abe was stunned. Henry never cried. The only time he had ever known him cry was when he was drunk after storming out of the shop when Jo had come round. He moved to stand next to Henry, awkwardly patting his back.

'I'm sorry, Pops.' He felt Henry take a deep breath, and let it out shakily.

'You are right though, Abraham. I need to talk to Jo. None of this is her fault. I just don't know what to tell her. What if I tell her the truth and she doesn't believe me? What if she doesn't even want to talk to me? I wouldn't blame her.' He turned to face Abe. 'What if I've completely ruined our friendship?' He began crying again, and Abe again moved to comfort him, but recoiled from the smell of alcohol on Henry's breath.

'Aww Pops, you're not drinking again, are you?' Henry tried to stop crying.

'Just a little. Just enough to dull the pain. I'm sorry Abraham, I'm such a mess. I know she was your mother too, and you are taking it all so well. I'm so sorry.' He was sobbing again. 'I just can't cope without her.'

'Yes you can. It took you a while to get over it when she left, but you coped without her after that. It's just memories holding you back, but now it is time to make new memories. Maybe with Jo, maybe with someone else. But it's time to move forward.' Henry sighed.

'What would I do without you, Abe?'

'I dunno. But tomorrow you are going to talk to Jo. You can do it at work, or you can invite her round here for dinner or something.'

'I'll invite her round here for dinner tomorrow. It might be less awkward if you are there as well.'

'Yeah and I can help convince her that you're not crazy, and that you really are 235 years old.' Henry frowned.

'Abraham, I agreed to dinner, not telling her my life story.'

'Aww come one, Henry. You're going to have to tell her something, you might as well tell her the truth. It's gonna come out sooner or later.' Abe studied Henry's face, watching the emotions pass across it. There was sadness, fear, and finally resignation.

'Fine.' Henry sighed. 'I just hope she believes me.'

'She will Pops, just give her a chance.'

-The next day-

Jo walked into the precinct the next morning, sipping her coffee.

'Hey, Jo!' She heard Hanson call. 'Someone left you a note on your desk. Something you're not telling us?' She frowned.

'Who is it from?'

'I dunno. Fancy handwriting though, so probably the Doc. What does it say?' Jo opened the letter, felling a sense of déjà vu; the envelope was the same creamy, thick paper as the last note she had received, and the writing looked like the same handwriting as was on the last letter as well, not that she had it still to compare.

'It says it's from Henry,' she began, but was interrupted by Hanson.

'Got it in one!' He grinned. 'Sorry, continue.' He said, noticing her rolling her eyes at him.

'He is inviting me round for dinner with him and Abe.'

'Are you gonna go?' Jo hesitated. She hadn't told Hanson, or anyone for that matter, about the last time she had gone to the shop. Hanson studied her. He knew something was going on between Jo and Henry but he wasn't sure what.

'Aww, come on Jo. Everyone knows that it's only a matter of time before the two of you get together.'

'I'll think about it. It says here to go to his apartment at 7, so I have the rest of the day to decide.' Hanson gave her a look, before sighing.

'I don't know what's between you guys, but it's your decision.' He walked back to his desk. 'But I think he's good for you, Jo.' She smiled sadly.

'You say that, but he still won't trust me.' She said quietly so that Hanson didn't hear.

All day she thought about Henry's offer. He hadn't wanted to see her a week ago, and he had avoided her ever since.

What had made him change his mind? When at last she finished work, she gathered up her things and went out to her car. As she pulled out of the parking lot, Jo realised that she had known what she was going to do all day. There wasn't really any choice. When she got near, she parked her car on the side of the road and walked down the street, approaching the shop. She pulled the door open, listening to the bell tinkle above her head.