Satine looks just as beautiful, just as radiant as the day they first met, far different than the timeworn face he once knew; actress and lover, close confidant and friend, wife and mother. He's different too, he can feel it in the spring in his step, free of the aches and pains of an old, tired body.

"Satine!" and her name is swallowed up when he closes in, scoops her up in his arms, and kisses her like he's starving for her.