I divulge a reservoir of secrecy, a thousand years of endearment from lover's long gone and sonnets yet sung. Finally, this I say to thee, with peace and care I lastly see If ye be my loving fate, speak we not the where or wait for 'til and end defined by time, a love again we too shall find, filled with grace and by God's hand, divine. Kat and Rory face the prospect of yet another divorce, a way to end the cyclical foundation...