More often than not, the only way Lydia passed by the new arrivals to the islands was when she was coming or going from work. But every now and then, she did indeed end up finding some of them, and that usually amounted to some decent conversations and the odd smile. This time, the smile prefaced it all. She recognised that face, that walk, the whole way he held himself.

Of course, she was fully prepared - once again - for him to not remember, and that was still okay. She still fell into step with him. "Finding everything okay?"