Michael: Fi, I need your help.
Fiona: Michael, I have spent the last year trying to put my life back together. What was left of it. Now things are good. I can't drop everything when you call. Not anymore.
Michael: You're right. I'm sorry. I made a promise that things were going to change and then I broke that promise. I'm glad you have that now.
Fiona: What do you need?