They arrive in Paris, leaving their suitcases in a large and comfortable house owned by the Moore family in the city.
"Do you have houses anywhere in the world?" Faith asks, gazing at the large and beautiful house.
"Maybe," he responds with a smile, pulling her close by the waist.
They decide to take a walk in the garden of the house. Joshua holds his wife's hand tenderly, unaware of how smitten he is with her. Never before had he behaved like this, never before had any woman mattered to him as much as she did. To him, Faith is the girl who can heal his wounds, the woman who can warm his cold heart again. She's the only person who has come this far and in such a short time.
They admire the plants and flowers. Joshua tucks a beautiful flower into Faith's hair.
"You look beautiful here,
