Henry is on his cherished island of Little Hammet for the last time. He was born here, loved here, mourned here, and returned time and again, for better and for worse. It was on this shore that his love for her began, relentlessly drawing him back just as surely as the island did. He can think of no better place to also take his leave. Nothing painful or messy; it's a graceful exit he's planning, one of his own choosing. In these last few days there are careful arrangements to be made and a whole life to make sense of. Especially the impossible thread of love that ran through it continuously, despite all.