"We looked for decades!" Joe says at once, unable to bite back his anger and pain at being told he would have managed to find Quynh if he had truly wanted to. "Years and years and years spent on boats, all around that cursed sea. We asked everyone, we found every single man who was on the ship that took you. We followed every lead until there was nothing. Nothing, Quynh!"

He takes a deep breath, his heart in his throat and his expressive eyebrows tight with anguish as he watches her move away, dropping from her perch.

Hope slips back on his face when Quynh asks where, his eyes gleaming with tears. "We're staying at a hotel." He gives her the name and the street. "Joe Jones and Nicky Smith." He swallows past the emotions stuck in his throat, trying to sound calm and reassuring. "Then we'll go back to the others. Probably in London. We have a house there."