[Claire mirrors the motions, blowing out the candle and slipping under the blankets to face her daughter. The only sounds are from the street below, people heading home or wandering off somewhere for the night. No cars. No planes. No hum of electricity.]

When I came back, the noise was difficult for me for some time. Planes startled me and the radio gave me a headache. It took a while for my mind to adjust, just as it will for you to get used to this.

[It's been a long time since Bree's cuddled up to her in bed, but Christ, she's missed it. She'll always be her little girl. She guides her head to a comfortable spot on her shoulder and resumes petting her hair, soothing her.]

Don't be afraid. You have me, and you'll have Jamie. There's nothing to fear as long as you're with us.