"Oh, you heard me," Sarah replies, tugging on his hand to try to get him out of the seat. No other thoughts remain on her mind but this one demand.

"Pack a bag. And we'll get the next plane out to the Riviera and we'll get married. And then we'll disappear for a cruise around the world and make our own adventures if none will come to either of us."

She pauses, watching for her words to sink in.

"Marry me, James Bond." Pause. "Now."