Harry gets out of the car and walks briskly down the steps with Ruth just behind him.

"If he talks, you'll lose your job," she says to him.

"Yes," he replies.

"You'll lose everything," she states looking over the river, her voice laced with disbelief at the risk he's taking.

"Possibly," Harry replies. "He won't talk though; he's an honourable man."

Ruth tuns to look at him and says, "You can't know that for sure, Harry."

Harry continues to stare over the water and replies, "Sometimes you need to give a man a chance, Ruth," then sadly he turns to look at her and continues, "to show you who he really is."

Ruth blinks at him in surprise, knowing that he's no longer talking about Dr. Kirby. They stare into each other's eyes for a few moments before Harry turns around sadly and walks away. Ruth watches him go with regret, and she finally realises that the only thing he's asking for is a chance. Then it dawns on her that she's never really given him one. She gave him a chance when she went to dinner with him five years ago, but the next day she snatched it back. And since that day, despite the deep, irrevocable love that she feels for this man, she has never given him the chance that he deserves. Because in the end, he is just a man, a man she respects, admires, trusts and loves. Despite all the things that they've done and seen together, she still loves him and trusts him to make the right decision, even when that decision is impossibly hard to make.

Ruth pauses in her walk and looks around. Without realising it, she's been following Harry, but now he seems to have disappeared. She takes a few steps forward and looks up and down the pavement. When she cannot see him, she sighs heavily, walks over to the wall, and gazes across the Thames.

"Are you following me?" Harry says in a low voice just behind her right shoulder.

Startled, she spins around to face him and stutters, "Yes... I mean, no." She sighs, and reaching up a hand to rub her forehead, she adds, "I don't know. I was thinking."

He remains silent but steps forward to stand by her side and look out over the water, patiently waiting for her to explain. Ruth watches him for a few moments. She takes in the lines on his face, the downward tilt of the corners of his mouth, the way the hair on the back of his head curls around the collar of his shirt, the square set of his shoulders, and his gloved hands resting on the wall. He's so still, waiting, waiting patiently for her... like he's been doing for years now.

A Bible verse that she learnt as a child pops into her head. "Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends." (ESV) Her love has born, endured and hoped for all things, but she's never believed. It's time, she tells herself, time to believe. She reaches out her right hand and gently covers his gloved, left one. He turns towards her, but she doesn't look at him. Instead she stares at their joined hands. He waits and is rewarded a few moments later when she slowly lifts her eyes to his. Her eyes are a deep, stormy blue, shining with unshed tears.

"Would you like to get a drink, Harry?" she asks in an unsteady voice.

He looks at her, and despite his best efforts to squash it, hope flutters in his chest. He remains silent, however, trying to interpret the meaning behind her words.

"This is me," she continues in a whisper, "giving you a chance. Giving us a chance," she adds after a pause.

The small hope that had been born in his heart at her first words now bursts free and shows itself in the form of a small smile that plays around his lips and the joy shining in his eye as he replies, "Yes, Ruth. I think I would."

She squeezes his hand and smiles back at him.