"That's true," he admits.

He sighs without making a sound, remembering when he asked her to marry him, all those years ago. Crazy dreams and wild plans, now nothing but bitter ash and smoke they can't quite grasp in their curled fingers.

(But as futile as it may seem, they're still trying.)




Doc reaches up and rests his arm lightly on her lap, palm open and upturned.

"M'givin' it t'you now."