Neville took a deep breath as she finished cleaning up the shack in preparation for his departure. He had largely finished his tasks of getting the shack ready and clean for the next Detective Inspector who would be replacing him when he left to go travelling, yet he still had so much to do.

He had made sure to take off all the bed linen, the duvet and the pillows.

He had - at last - sorted out Harry's dietary requirements (Neville only hoped that Harry, who'd become a bit of an unspoken mascot for the Saint Marie police, even if he never actually went to the station took to the new Detective Inspector who'd be moving in; okay, he knew he had not been nice to the little lizard, believing him to be guilty of several of his head rashes, but the little guy had become a dear friend).

Sorting out the bathroom.

Getting rid of anything else he didn't need or want, or couldn't take with him when he left Saint Marie.

Thinking about leaving the island which had been his home for the past four years had Neville leaning up against the tree growing through the shack - he had never worked out why the builders of these things did that, but he had to admit, it was a nice feature he was going to miss; if he ever returned home, he would be disappointed to not see a tree growing through his sitting room. Neville chuckled at the thought, before he wandered around the shack, taking in the collection of books and games that were here (he was leaving behind some of his DVDs, not seeing the need to take them, and besides they might fascinate the next DI, assuming they were into the whole history of World War 2).

He had largely put all of his affairs on the island in order, and he had handed in his notice to the Commissioner, who was sorry to see him go - if there was just one thing he was pleased about, it was that the relationship between himself and Commissioner Patterson had improved; when they'd first met, Neville had made the mistake of thinking the Commissioner's car was a taxi, and he had made other little faux pas along the way during the early days, and he hadn't endeared himself much when he'd made the mistake of not tying up the man's boat once, and it drifted away and was badly damaged, or that crab stew contest when he'd used Worchester sauce as a finished, but they had bonded over time, be it over cases, where they worked together or over golf - but while Patterson had tried to talk him out of it, he quickly saw it was what Neville wanted.

Neville would be sad to leave Catherine, who'd been nothing but kind to him since even if his diet of Chicken and chips had driven her, and her chef, doo-lally. But she had been there, and she had helped him during the…troubles. Neville had briefly considered visiting Sophie in prison, letting her know he was leaving, and that he was exorcising her out of his memory for good. But he'd decided it was not worth it, but the idea had stuck in his head until he decided to do it anyway. The impending visit was making him nervous, but he was hoping it went well, but even if it didn't then it would be worth it.

As he got into the jeep and drove out to the prison, Neville took a moment to look back on the ramshackle shack and smile. He remembered how much he'd hated it when he'd first arrived, and worried about his health so much he had booked into a hotel. But now the place was home. Soon it would be someone else.

The drive was quiet, and the sun was setting when he arrived. After the usual checks, Neville was let inside the visiting room. A few minutes late, the other door opened and a slight blonde woman strode in. Neville watched her closely, feeling his heart race, his anger and hatred for this woman there. But it was numbed down. He hadn't seen her in a long time. He had gone out of his way to exorcise her out of his memory.

There was a brief look of surprise and even what looked like longing there on her otherwise calm, expressionless face (he wondered if she had ever met with any of the people he had put away in the last few years, he didn't care either), but what that meant he didn't want to think.

"I wasn't expecting you to come," she commented.

"No, I'm surprised I'm here too."

"Why are you here?" She asked curiously.

Neville was starting to wonder if divulging his plans was a good idea now, but he wanted to exorcise this demon out of his life forever. There was no turning back now. "I'm leaving Saint Marie," he told her.

Sophie pulled back slightly in surprise. Ordinarily in prison, she kept her emotions in check, but he had shocked her. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah."

"Why? Where are you going?"

"I'm travelling."

Sophie gazed at him for a moment, biting her lip. She looked down.

"What is it?" Neville was a little bit thrown by this reaction.

"You didn't answer my question, why are you going travelling?"

"You don't expect me to tell you, do you?"

"Probably not," Sophie replied. "Are you leaving because you want to find someone?"

Neville said nothing, not liking how easily she had read him, and he was shaken. But Sophie didn't mock him, much to his surprise.

"Good luck," she said simply.

Neville watched her suspiciously. "What are you getting at?"

"Can't I wish you luck?"

"I'm just interested."

"I'm not stupid, Neville. I'm not going to get out of here. I can't hurt you. I don't have access to the internet, or a pool of resources which will let me send an assassin after you," Sophie admitted, "And besides, I don't work that way. I only wanted you to suffer the way Grace had."

Neville listened to her silently, gauging her, seeing if she was telling the truth. He was convinced she was. But after what happened with her and with Andy, he wasn't going to count on it. "I'm sorry, about your sister."

Sophie gave him a look of contempt but otherwise said nothing for the moment. "Do you think you'll ever get in touch? It's lonely in here."

"We'll see," Neville had planned on just going on his merry way and forgetting she even existed.

Sophie bit her lip, seeing clearly what was on his mind, and she bowed her head. "For what it's worth, whoever she will be, I wish her luck. Remember you did make me happy."

Again he wasn't sure he could trust her. But when he returned to the shack later, more shaken than he had expected, he wondered if Sophie was telling the truth. But as he looked around the darkened shack, and saw how empty it was, Neville merely shrugged his shoulders. It made no difference, not anymore. Soon, he would be on his way, and another DI would be coming.