“You’re not alone.” She said steadily, though she knew how deep that fear could be and how easily it could be realised here. In a stroke of lightning, people had vanished. Some had died. Even before the island, she had felt herself how life was tenuous. “I can’t tell you that I will always be here because I’m mortal.” Peggy didn’t fear her own death, she feared what he would do if she died in a violent way like she always planned. “But I can promise that you won’t be alone. There’s always someone out there, waiting for us when we think there’s nothing left.” Peggy ran her fingers through his scalp and it dawned on her that he had too much weight on his shoulders for someone so young, barely a man thrust into something that nobody could understand. “I can’t pretend that bad things don’t happen, because they do but they’re taking you away from the world before they take your life, Steve.” She swallowed as she recalled being on the radio with him, just before that damned plane plunged into the sea on one of his kamikaze missions. “You won’t be alone.” She repeated, the words too familiar.