She's decided to put the earrings away, later, and burn the letters. Maybe she shouldn't - someone would probably tell her that it's important to keep these kinds of things - but nonetheless, when Chives finds her, the letters are gone, and the fireplace has a little new ash.

And she's reading Grimm's Fairy Tales at the same table. She even smiles when she looks up at Chives. "Good morning," she says. "It's too early for second tea, isn't it?"

First is, actually, coffee, delivered to Victor's door and poured down Zoe's throat at seven am. Second is 10:30. Lunch is 12:30, and so on. It's their routine; she likes it.