On the soft sand of the Irish coast, Artemis walks hand in hand with Holly. Her hand the only source of warmth in the cold hours of the night. Completely relaxed, Artemis realizes he is rarely not in some sort of trouble. Realizing this, he laughs freely. Laughing isn't an act he usually does so, Holly turns to him, her face wearing confusion and amusement.

'What's so funny, Arty?'
'Do you realize I'm mostly always in some sort of trouble?'

Holly laughs at the truth of his statement. Then she becomes quiet. She blushes as she wonders if Artemis will ever try to kiss her again. Maybe she should give him a hint or something.

Artemis looks at her silent, thoughtful face. 'She's so beautiful' he thinks again. He thinks about the time he kissed her in his room. Surely he could kiss her now. Deciding not to hide his emotions any longer. He spins her into his arms still holding her hand. He slides his arms down to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer as Holly runs her hands up his chest to wind her arms around his neck, not allowing any space between them.

Artemis kisses her on the Irish coast as the wind from the sea whips around them, making their clothes flutter in the wind. Yet the cold has no effect on them as they deepen their kiss. Warmth floods them as Holly pulls them both to lie on the soft pale sand.

Artemis pulls away and kisses her again. A soft kiss. Sweet and short. He smiles at her and she smiles back, both content as they stare into each other's eyes.

'You know, I don't think I'll ever stop loving you.'
'Neither will I.'
'My Artemis' she says smiling.
'My Holly' he says smiling back at her.

In his cottage, Butler smiles too, seeing them on the beach. Then he grins, watching Artemis twirl Holly into his arms. 'Nice move, Artemis.' He says to himself. Allowing them some privacy, he draws the curtains, smiling. They finally found someone. Each other.