Wanda stepped closer. She understood what he meant. Emotions rose inside of her. Something in their world must have happened. "I am so sorry," she said and took a place next to him on the floor. A moment passed as she reached out for his hand and squeezed it. "Would you like to talk about it?" She would understand well if he did not. Talking did not change what happened. Nothing did and could. Sometimes all someone needed was company. She had found that in Vision. It had been her bright light in the darkness.