Harry is sitting in business class on the plane. He has taken off his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his forearms. He is drinking his second Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks. He opens the envelope and removes the typed pages of his legend and he reads. He is Harry Lampert. He is an investment banker for Barclays of London. Prior to this, he had his own insurance agency that was bought out by the bank. He is a very wealthy man. He is a workaholic. He has been in New York for a five day business conference on security practices in the banking industry. He is married to Ruth Lampert. They have been married for three years. They have no children. It is the first marriage for both of them. Ruth works at the Museum of Natural History in London. She is an expert on Chinese artifacts. She has a fear of flying. She has taken the QE2 from London to New York to meet her husband at the conclusion of his conference. They will both return to London on the QE2 together. This will be their first holiday in three years.

"Would you like another drink sir?" asks the flight attendant.

"Yes, please" says Harry.

He looks into the envelope and pulls out another piece of paper. This is an itinerary for passage on the QE2 from New York to London for the Lamperts with a listed cabin number. He leans back in his chair and sighs. He has no suitcase, no clothes, no shaving equipment. He rubs his hand across his chin. He has a great deal of stubble already. "I'll be a mess" he says under his breath. He sips the scotch. He takes the envelope and looks inside, there is small sealed envelope at the bottom. He tips the envelope upside down and the smaller one falls onto his tray. He opens it. There are three rings. A wedding ring for him and two rings for Ruth. He smiles as he slides the wedding band onto his finger. He places the papers and the other two rings back into the envelope.

He leans back into his chair and looks at his left hand with the wedding band. Would she have him? This legend was already assuming a lot. He wonders if the others on the team think that he and Ruth have already slept together. What will Ruth think about this?

Harry closes his eyes. He should try to get some sleep. But he thinks of Ruth. He thinks of that second date that he had been planning. He was ready to move things along. He cared deeply for Ruth. He had wanted to take her to a nice restaurant and then perhaps go for a walk together. He liked walking with Ruth. They would have had time to talk. He was planning on asking her if she wanted to have more of a relationship with him, outside of work. He would have told her that that was what he would like, but he realizes he is her boss and didn't want to overstep his boundary. That's what he had planned to say to her. But then she had changed her mind about the second date. So he had backed off. At Heavensworth he had hoped to have had some time to talk about it with her but she had avoided him the entire trip. Then this whole Cotterdam thing.

Harry opens his eyes. Thinking about Mace and Cotterdam makes him angry. He drinks down all the scotch. Why did they have to go after Ruth? Harry thinks that he would not have done that in any operation. Maybe. But what changes now? Would he ever be able to protect Ruth from others trying to target him? This thought worries him. He's always distanced himself from his children to protect them. They even have his ex-wife's last name. Should he stay away from Ruth to protect her too?

"Would you like another drink sir?" asks the flight attendant.

"Yes please," says Harry.

Harry closes his eyes. He practices what his reunion with Ruth will be like. He knocks on her door. She opens the door and smiles, she is happy to see him. He steps in and puts his arms around her and he holds her tight. She kisses him and he tells her that he loves her. That they should be together forever.

"Sir, Sir? Your drink?" says the flight attendant.

"Yes of course, thank you," says Harry as he takes he drink. He reclines back in the chair.

He closes his eyes and tries to rest as he dreams of holding Ruth in his arms.