I saw Quill the other day. He was looking very fine, with a smart jacket and a fancy sword. Tight jeans, pointed shoes. I smiled as he crossed the road to say hello.

"How's it going?" I gave him a half hug.

Quill kissed my cheek. He was wearing a different aftershave. "Very good, very good. Business is booming."

"I've been following your cases," I said. "Seems like having a genuine expert is really bringing them in."

"True." A shadow passed between us then, but we glanced at each other and nodded it away. "How are you, Lucy?" he asked softly. "I heard you're back with Lockwood and Co."

"As a partner agency, yes. I'm well, very well. And -"

He took my left hand, turned it over. "Beautiful," he said, and if there was anything but admiration in his voice, I couldn't hear it. The jewel flashed in the sunlight. "Is it a diamond?'

"Sapphire," I said. "Lockwood likes sapphires." I smiled. "So do I."

"Have you set a date?"

"You'll know when we do. Not for ages though. And, er -"

He produced his wallet, unfolded it and showed me a picture. It was of a strikingly beautiful and rather wispy girl.

"An agent?" I asked, though it was hard to imagine her with a sword.

He laughed, put the wallet away. "A television producer. We're talking about setting up our own regular show."

He would love that. Kipps on possession. "Great idea," I said. "I hope that goes well."

"Well, I'm the only person in living memory to have survived a determined possession. I've kind of cornered the market."

I frowned seriously to hide my smile. "Yes, that's right."

"Gotta play the unique angle for all it's worth."

"You're great on TV," I said.

The conversation was over, but we stood together a little longer. I could still picture him, my Quill, the person who'd kept me company that lonely year, who'd made me laugh and infuriated me with his complaining and who, astonishingly, had also wanted to kiss me. But in front of me now was Quill my old colleague and Quill the new celebrity, a touch of arrogance, a touch of self-satisfaction.

And that was OK.

The London Herald

Society engagement of the year! Lockwood and Carlyle to wed. "We're in no rush," says Lockwood. Carlyle: My six sister bridesmaid nightmare. "Elopement looks good to me."

Also inside EXCLUSIVE: At last, the untold story DEPRAC tried to quash - REVEALED - former top Fittes agent Quill Kipps, who was working closely with renowned Ghost Whisperer Lucy Carlyle, last year found himself POSSESSED by a terrifying type three spirit. BRAVERY - Miss Carlyle identified the phenomenon and wasted no time in seeking the help of her old team at Lockwood and Co. In a daring mission, Miss Carlyle used herself as BAIT to draw out the ghost. She attempted to use a silver potion to oust the evil spirit, but the ghost was too powerful. HERO: Anthony Lockwood, OBE, stepped in at the last minute and overpowered the spirit, saving the lives of both his colleagues.

"It was a team effort," he said. "Lucy was incredibly brave in knowingly spending time with Quill Kipps whilst he was possessed. She placed herself in great personal danger to save our friend. Quill is unharmed by his experience and I can confirm that removal of invading spirits is all part of the service offered by Lockwood and Co." FULL STORY INSIDE

SPECIAL - colour supplement - Shades of green - how to tell if your boyfriend is a ghost.

TV spot - New tonight, Quill Kipps' fresh late-night TV show, The Prisoner Within, ten pm.