Corrine's caught the last flight from LA to Maine on New Years day. She'd planned to arrive in time for dinner, though with who is another matter entirely. She'd thought she might be able to see Will. That they could start the New Year right together. But clearly hers was an obscene and naive hope, dashed by his changed phone numbers and the communication from the Cabot lawyers that unraveled her enough that she missed her original flight. Fortunately a black card can open up all sorts of flight options when you need it to.

It's late enough, by the time she's arrived at the airport, and the town car rolls up, that Siren Cove is nearly dark upon arrival. Which is not entirely a surprise, given the amount of hangovers and late nights likely being nursed from New Years Eve. When the car passes into the southern end of town, however, Corrine calls for a premature stop.

The Tattoo sign shines against the dark like a star. Calling to her to remind her she is strong. She is starting the year sober and new. In 2015 Corrine Flynn will be her own woman again, will reclaim her stardom again, will reclaim herself again. If only she hadn't had to break another heart to do so.

Corrine asks the towncar to wait, slips her driver an extra $50, and peers into the tattoo parlor. It's quiet, and late, but lights beckon in.

"Hello? Are you still open?"