Stephen watched her expression carefully, and took his time to reply, weighing in his mind what he could say that wasn't an empty platitude. Finally, he sighed, looking upwards at the white void that stretched above them instead of sky. "There's not much that can be done when reality changes from week to week, sometimes even day to day." A pause. "Out of the three things you listed, only one of those you have the ability to control. You're not alone, Darcy. When you make the decision to reach out," he offered his hand toward her, palm up, "you'll find there are plenty of people who are there waiting."