He was steps away from the floo — steps away from leaving her again. The last time he left her like so he left her life. He bid her good day and left her to contemplate the grievous reality of her decisions. Maggie refused to let him disappear again. Not like this.

"So that's it, then?" She asked quietly, already knowing what his response would be. "You took care of the hinkypunk and what? Another decade is going to pass before we bump into one another again?"