[Yeah. That's it. This infinitesimal moment when they're touching will have to be enough to bridge the impossible gap of the rest of time. She looks up at him when he pulls away, and her eyes are swimming with tears, and even she doesn't know if they're happy or sad or some emotion no one has put a name to yet, in all of the many worlds represented on this ship.]

I'll tell you before I go.

[Because . . . she shouldn't linger. She shouldn't. But.]

Before I go . . . can you do me a favor? Can you just. Can you sit with me for a while? I want you to be the last thing I see before I go.

[Which will just make it hurt more. But she wants it anyway.]