Madelyn finally turns to walk away, when something catches her eye and stops her. She's outside a travel agency. There's an "Ireland Beckons" poster in the window.
Trevor's lying on his bed, still talking on the phone to Claire. "Why do mortals make falling in love so difficult?" Claire tells him he'll get used to it. He says, "Be bold. What was I thinking?"
Madelyn's gaze travels above the poster to a neon window sign which reads: "BOLDLY GO Travel Agency." She smiles.
Still on the phone with Trevor, Claire says, "There's someone for everyone, Trevor." He says, "You say that with your authoritative tone, and even though I know better, I almost believe you." Claire says, "Well someone broke your heart. I'm sure of that much. But you'll heal. You'll even fall in love again." Trevor thinks that's unlikely to happen "here, with a mortal." Claire reminds him that Cupid fell in love with the mortal, Psyche. Cupid tells her that never happened. Trevor's got a hankering for some baklava, and wants to know if she's ever heard of a place called Saint Nick's because every Greek guy I've ever met has been named (the equivalent of) Billy or Nick (with a side of Steve). Claire tells him the place get rave reviews, so he proposes lunch the next time, and Claire reminds him that there are rules. He knows, but claims he could really use some counseling. She waits for him to admit that he's realized the whole Cupid-thing is just a delusion. But he tells her he needs counseling for homesickness. Awww. She finally agrees to lunch the next day and proposes a time.
Dublin; O'Leary's Pub: A taxi pulls up in front. Inside the pub, Dave's seated at the piano. Madelyn walks in. And in New York, one of the beads on Trevor's tally is now halfway between the all too full left and the empty right. He's still on the phone with Claire, but his full attention is on his beads. Back in Dublin, Dave rises to his feet. He walks to Madelyn, takes her in his arms, and they kiss. In New York, Claire repeats Trevor's name to bring him back to the conversation. He says he'll be there. Claire says bye, and hangs up. The camera closes in on Trevor's tally. The bead is either moving or it's already way over at the right. It's hard to tell because the camera stays in close and it's really pissing me off. In Dublin, there's more kissing. In New York, Trevor smiles at the bead. In Boston, I curse it the camerawork and we're all out of show.