Harry, racked by grief he is unable to express, takes off in the ute, leading to a frantic search. Len blames himself and knows that if he had the guts to tell Harry he was sick, this would not have happened. In the pub cellar, Stuart comes across a box of love letters, sent thirty years ago to an unnamed woman, by somebody called Richard. After Stuart reads them he hands them over to Helen and Sally thinking they may be able to identify them, but the letters end up confronting the sisters with an unexpected shock. After waking from his deep sleep, Tom is hanging out for a decent meal. When Julia invites him for dinner the outcome is surprising.