They walked along a skeleton street, arms linked, surveying the charred shell of somebody's flat. The empty window frames gaped, but somehow the front door still swung on its hinges. Jack thought it was odd.
Katherine's voice broke into his thoughts. "When are you going to ask me to marry you?"
Jack bit his lip, controlling a hysterical urge to laugh. He looked at Katherine and realized she was completely serious. "A lot has changed," he said. "I've changed."
Katherine just looked at him, her eyes so wide that he could see all the gold flecks in them.
"My nose is made out of my shoulder," he added wryly.
Katherine took his hand. "Do you still like going to the sea? And reading My Life and Hard Times almost every month?"
"You're still Jack, aren't you?" Her hand reached up and touched the scarred places on his skin. "And your nose was never your best feature anyway."
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