Derek Hale Nothing from here. But do go. Work for free. I'll be here. [She sits, crossing one leg over the other, even though she can already see that he is not budging. Not immediately.]

Don't call it a comeback; I've been here for years.

Julia Bloom That man is going to be dead soon.

It's too late.

Here goes... Everything.

[Meditates.]

Of course, I wasn't exactly snorting lines of designer, thousand-pound cocaine.

[Just a few days before Christmas, Derek Hale departs his rehabilitation centre by a little black cab. The air tastes cold and crisp and alive. He smiles faintly to himself.]

[Six months since he has seen her. Years since he has seen it. Derek stands around the corner from One and One for several endless, stretching moments, breathing in, breathing out, before he squares his shoulders and strides forward through the doors of the past.]

[Clears throat.]

... Sleeping with Julia Bloom is the turn off I never knew I needed.

[Takes a deep breath.] [ ... Strides on in for the Thursday night rush at One and One.]

Like riding a bike.

Surprise me.

May I melt into his bed in embarrassment now, please?

When Quinn Reilly says he doesn't look good in glasses.

[Tucks himself into his own bed, sleepy and happy.]

Looking into his face is looking back into the past.