Not sure how many of you are still with me here but we're cutting to the chase now and I suspect there's probably only one more chapter to go and all will be explained.

Ruth knew she was doing it again, even as she walked away.

You're running because you're scared, you're running from what you want but you're afraid to have, Ruth. He's seen the list, he's not laughing, he's telling you he's still there, he's telling you to take a chance and be happy.

Harry looked out over the water and blocked out the contented, festive sounds all around him. Must he always get it wrong, could he never find the right words for her?

Would she ever trust herself to be with him? He sighed a sigh that his father would have said came from his boots.

He felt a hand on his arm and half turned his head.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I do want to be happy," she said and put her hand on his shoulder and reached up kissing him tenderly on the lips. As he overcame his surprise and went to slide his arms around her she was gone again.

"Ruth," he called out before she vanished into the crowd, she turned, smiled shyly at him and was gone.

The following day Harry came onto the Grid late after another Whitehall meeting, it was lunchtime. Ruth's desk was empty. He had thought of her all night and throughout the meeting his attention had been with her. He had thought of her looking up to feel the snow flakes that weren't there. He had thought of her lips on his. He had thought how she had come back, this time she had come back. The test of today would be if she had retreated from him again.

Bereft without her for the moment, he went to his office. He worked his way through a pile of post, spectacularly uninteresting but for two things. One a Christmas card from Malcolm which wished him a Happy Christmas and hoped Harry had appreciated his present, his teaser. Confused he wondered if the present had got lost in the post or was to follow. But then something else caught his attention. It was a plain envelope, blank and not even sealed. He opened it. He pulled out a plain piece of paper, it appeared to be blank but as he fully unfolded it he saw it was not blank, at its centre was written only five words but he thought they were possibly five words which would bring him the greatest elation of his life.

What makes me happy: Harry.

That was it.

Fluff and explanations to come.