He joins the pair of them at the window, content to be wearing considerably less than Laurence. He wraps both arms around Julie's waist, looking over her shoulder and out of the window. A broad grins preads across his face and, for a moment, he can't even catch his breath. Because there she is, exactly the same as she has always been.

"Granby!" shouts Iskiera. "You are wasting the day; there are cows to be eaten." Tears sting in his eyes and, with his arms still around Julie, he turns, leaning his forehead against Laurence's shoulder.

"I'm right here, dear one," he says.