When she took off a month later, leaving a note in the kitchen about having to see a man about a camel, he was resigned. He had decided to accept what she could give and enjoy what time they had together. It had hurt as he had known it would, but he forced himself to carry on with his normal routine.
It was a week later that he discovered she had left a bag in the closet, a smallish bag it was true, but she had left some of her things behind with him.
After a few weeks, she breezed back into Joe's bar, kissed him, chatted to him, Joe and Methos as if she had never been gone and when he left the bar, she went home with him.
Two months later, she disappeared again, but she left some toiletries in his room, and some clothes hanging in the cupboard. He refused to allow the hope to grow too strong, but couldn't help but believe that he would see her again shortly.
The solitary trips became further and further apart and their duration shorter.
Sometimes the whirlwind that was Amanda would whisk them both off at a moments notice to wherever in the world had taken her fancy.
And when the wanderlust grew in him, they packed up and took a long trip.