She remembered some of her final moments before things went white. She had expected the blackness of death to enfold her but it had been light, which turned out to be her waking to a sunny morning in New York City.
She'd almost come to believe that Mandalus had been a dream until she found herself being lugged out to the woods by people in voluminous fabric robes. She was back, this was real, and Howard was here, Anthony was here, Maria and Pepper were here and Steve was here. Steve.
She'd waited so long to say anything to him, wasted so much time. She wouldn't make the same mistake again.