For a full ten seconds, or maybe half an hour, or it could even have been days, they stand entwined, his hand tangling in her hair while she grips a fistful of his shirt, the fabric tangling in her fingers as she pulls him closer. And she can't rid herself of the feeling that this is right. This is where she is supposed to be. And she can't even really pinpoint why she feels like that, because she's still pretty pissed off about the whole black-eye thing and not entirely sure how she can wake up engaged to someone she doesn't really know but at the same time she can't help but trust Dylan Mulholland.

And does oxygen really matter at this point, when she's feeling the most at home she's felt for years. And then...

"Kate..." He pulls away from her, his eyes seeking her out, and she wonders of he's going to push her away again, to make the decision for her, like he had before. One of his hands reach up and tuck a strand of hair from her face, and he gives her a look more intimate than any kiss. "Are you okay?"

She'd wondered, briefly, if there'd be a rush of memories flooding back. If she'd kiss him and suddenly recall everything she's forgotten in the last nine years. But there's nothing. Nothing but a warmth in her fingertips and a dizziness in her head. "Yeah." She murmurs.

"I... Kate..." He seems struck dumb, and Kate has to fight the urge to kiss the dumbstruck look off his face, but she can't just go around acting like some stupid school girl. Besides, she knows they need to talk. There's so much still left unsaid.

"Dutchy?" Somehow, his uncertainty had fed her clarity, and she peers up at him, one eyebrow raised, ready to fight any protests he is about to raise.

"So... that was... unexpected." He says eventually, and a goofy smile breaks against Kate's lips.

"Was it?" Kate presses her forehead to his chest, just for a moment, before pulling away. "I mean it. You're the only person I trust."

"Kate..." He exhales heavily, looking at her. "I... you have to know that this isn't easy for me."

"And it's not for me either." Kate protests. "But... I don't know what else to do. I've tried to look at photographs, watch videos. I've walked every street of this town, heard countless stories. But the only times I sound like me is when you talk. So... I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing anymore. I just want to..." She exhales. "I just want to live."

"You are living." He argues.

"No. I'm existing." She argues. "And frankly, I'm sick of it. I just don't know... what else to do anymore."

"Okay." He nods. "So we figure it out together." He nods at her, and even though they're standing in a bar, with two darts still clutched in one of Kate's hands, and the cries of drunken revellers all around, his words carry the same weight as a judicial ruling. "But Kate," He leans closer, so that their lips are almost touching again. "I think we need to stop drinking."

"I didn't kiss you because I'm drunk." Kate protests, throwing the last two darts to the dartboard in quick succession.

"I know." Dutchy grins, admiring her shot. "You did it because I'm irresistible."

"You've got tickets on yourself, I'm telling you." She drains the rest of her glass, before frowning at the bar "But you're probably right."

"Walk before we head home?" Dutchy suggests.

"Sure." Kate agrees, scraping her hair off her face. "Let's go."

"You would have liked Isaac." Kate muses as they pace up well-manicured streets, weaving in and out of children riding bicycles, and running through sprinklers to beat the persistent heat. "I think you would have gotten along well."

Dutchy nods, a small smile on his face. "You've said that before." He agrees. "And I think you're right. After hearing you tell me about his driver's test."

"Oh, God, that was bad." Kate grins, dragging a hand over her eyes. "It's not often you actually give your driving instructor a heart attack. But, hey, he knew first aid."

"And the guy still failed him after he saved his life!" Dutchy grins.

"Yeah, well, it was probably Isaac's fault to begin with. He always drove like he was at Bathurst."

"Ah, so he taught you how to drive." Dutchy quips.

"Hey!" Kate protests, bumping him with her hip. He's so sturdy that this barely affects him. "I am an excellent driver!"

"Ah, you do have a habit of speeding." He bumps into her, and unlike her efforts, his is a lot more effective, nearly sending her sprawling in the dirt. "Oops." He seizes her around the waist, steadying her. There's another awkward pause before he adds, "I mean, I know the whole amnesia thing stops you remembering just how much your speeding fine was, but-"

"Oh, get lost!" She grins.

Dutchy gestures towards an apartment building. "Connor lives here."

"Wonder if Henry's kidnapped Snowy yet." Kate muses as they make their way up the drive. Then she stops dead. "Hey, you didn't mention Snowy, did you?"

"No!" Dutchy stops too, staring at Kate.

"I remembered something." Kate murmurs, then repeats, more excited. "I remembered something!"

"You remembered something!" He seizes her around the waist and picks her up, whirling her around.

Kate's face falls. "And it was the bloody cat that doesn't stop clawing me."

Dutchy is still grinning as he lowers her to the ground. "Baby steps, Kate." He pats her on the shoulder. "Baby steps."