There it was again, that voice as clear as crystal sunshine and sounding as desperate as his. Bruce turned, scared of what he was about to see but what it ended up being seemed much worse than anything the devil could have dreamed up.
She was in front of him, walking towards him with their son in her arms, bigger than he remembered. No, this had to be a trick, something with one of the stones or maybe just another nightmare. She was too Darcy, too beautiful and sad.
But he knew. "Darcy..." He shifted towards her as she walked towards him still, his heart and head fighting for logic. Her hand hovered near his cheek and it was all that mattered in the world, his incredible Darcy, his ballsy, stubborn, optimistic fool. She'd won again. He reached up to cover her hand with his and put it onto his skin, feeling the warmth.