"Paris is...Well, let's just say that 'whereever you go in the world, Paris stays with you; for Paris is a moveable feast."

She followed him into his office. "That's beautiful."

"Well, it's Hemingway, not me – he did have a way with words." He frowned and paused. "And he had a way with women."

She smiled. "From experience?"

He glanced up with old frustration.

"Seriously? You met Hemingway?"

"Sadly, I must call him an acquaintance."

"Most people would love to meet a classic author!"

"Most people haven't met Hemingway." He grit his teeth.

She shook her head, still smiling. "So what are some of Henry's must-sees in Paris?"

"Not Hemingway." He relaxed a bit. "In my humble opinion, the single best thing to do in Paris is to get lost."

She stared at him blankly. "Lost?"

"Yes. Wake up, start walking – in any direction, really – and get lost."

She nodded slowly.

"Follow the streets until you're so terribly weak that you've no choice but to stop at the nearest café and order something wonderful to eat along with a glass or two of wine, and then..." He paused for a moment. "Set back out into the city and do it all over again."

She was quiet. "Did you do this before?"

"Once."

"Once?"

"...Circumstances...prevented it from happening again."

"Good or bad circumstances?"

"Decidedly bad. But I didn't die."

She stared at him for a moment. "Terrible but you didn't die?" She shook her head.

"And you complained about my lack of self preservation."

"When was the last time you went to Paris?"

"A little while after the war. Abigail and I stopped there before coming to the States." He sighed. "We had little time to truly enjoy it, though..."

She nodded slowly. "It sounds nice."

Henry began to answer, but Lucas came in: "Oh good – I've got both of you!"

"You've got one of us – Jo has some packing to do."

She grinned.

Jo sighed in frustration. "I just – I can't believe that Ava put herself through that much pain. And for what?"

Henry walked beside her. "I once knew someone similar to Ava – never underestimate what some people will do to-"

She glanced sideways at him with a smile. "To live forever?"

He began to answer and then stopped and turned to her with exasperation. "yes..."

"It fit. When did you meet her?"

"At the hospital-"

"No – the other woman."

"Ah! Valerie…. I met her at the end of the 1920's. A brilliant gifted woman – she was a wonderful artist." He sighed. "She would use heroin to 'aid' her creativity though..."

"Oh… What happened to her?"

He looked away. "She overdosed. Her last work was the talking statue."

"…That statue?"

"Yes – she lives forever through it."

Jo nodded. "...Do you think it was worth it? For Valerie? For Ava?"

He thought about it. "Yes, I believe it was. For them. They would not choose to do otherwise. For all it cost them – it was worth it."

"Shouldn't you be on a plane?"

She set her bag down, and then stepped further into the room. "I realised that I…That I couldn't go." She turned back to face him.

"What? To Paris?"

She nodded jerkily. "...With Isaac." She took a deep breath. 'I didn't want to go with Isaac."

"Jo...Why?"

"I-I couldn't. Not on secrets..."

"He knew, Jo."

"Yes – but he didn't tell me and I didn't tell him and...I don't want to make the relationship that way." She sighed. "And he was too nice."

"Too nice?"

"Yes. I don't know. Maybe I'm not ready yet. Maybe I thought that-"

The door to the shop opened. "Henry!"

He turned around to face Abe.

"Good, you're here." He came into the shop. "I need to talk to you."

Henry frowned, putting a hand the other's shoulder. "Abe, is everything alright?"

"You know – it's nothing. It's nothing, I can handle it. I guess I'll -"

"Jo, you can stay and here this too."

"Hear what? Abraham, tell me what's happened?"

"...I found Mom."

Jo and Henry froze. "You did what?"

"Abraham, how? Why did you?"

Jo set down her purse. "How long have you been looking?" Her voice was quiet but both turned to look at her.

Abe shifted. "Well..."

"Abraham… What did you do?"

"I won't arrest you. Probably."

"Ha, ha – no, I had some help."

Henry looked at him.

"Lucas, alright? No one else. And I just said that my mom left my dad," He ignored Henry's flinch and Jo's wince and pushed on. "And that I really wanted some closure. And! And before you get too mad at the boy, I might have manipulated him a little."

"Abe...it was behind us."

"No. It was still looming everywhere. This way you can put it to rest, alright? Check on her, find out what happened, and then say goodbye."

"...where did you even begin?"

"I might not have been...entirely honest when I said I threw your things out."

Henry stared at his son, and Jo had to smile at the picture they made.

"Is this why Lucas has been signing for files and imitating my voice?"

"...probably."

Henry sighed.

Jo smiled. "That's terrific, Abe."

AN: This is all for this episode. And the sight that held all of the transcripts I used crashed and lost the transcripts, so all dialogue was copied by ear... Thank you for taking the time to read this.