When Vince rounds the corner to where Stuart is standing by his Jeep, his back to Vince, Stuart says, "Nice try. You're not coming." "I'll do what I like," Vince tells him. "You're not. Cos it'll just be you and me," Stuart says, turning to face him. "Stuart and Vince, and old married couple, not a shag in sight. And I'm not settling down -- ever." Vince smiles. "London's rubbish. Kids go to London," he teases. "Where else?" asks Stuart. Vince then rambles on about how he's been thinking about it for years, and they should just go out, dematerialize, new planet...uh, basically, it's all a bunch of Doctor Who-inspired blathering, so I didn't bother to transcribe it word for word. My notes just say: "V: Blah, blah Doctor Whocakes." Sorry. "Says the supermarket boy," mocks Stuart when Vince finally hushes. "I'm on the run -- from the police," Vince tells him, ripping off his work nametag and tossing it in the gutter. "Don't be so camp," Stuart says. "Watch it," Vince tells him with a smile. "All those dependents of yours," Stuart reminds Vince. "They'll survive." "And I won't?" Stuart asks. Vince steps forward and loses the joking edge to his voice. "You might not," he says seriously. "No passengers, Vince. You let me down, I'll kill you," Stuart threatens. "Not if I kill you first," Vince replies. Stuart smiles at him. "So what are we waiting for?" Vince asks. Stuart continues to smile, pulling his mobile phone from his pocket.