"Great." Jack smiles as he leads her outside into the breeze of the Cardiff evening. They walk out and towards Mermaid Quay, past the water tower and around. He looks up at it as it glistens in the night. The cascading water breaking the silence in the air.

"I'm glad you still play your music," he whispers softly. "I remember when you used to. When we'd sit in the drawing room and listen to you. Despite it all, we had some wonderful times, didn't we?"