"I am far from being a hero, my darling. I just do what I can," he said but smiled nonetheless. With no Lucille around their future was painted in a different colour and Thomas had to admit that it was for the better. His life would take a better course like this. But love - especially the one he had shared with Lucille - was rarely about oneself. It had not been his life he had been concerned about as much as Lucille had not been concerned about her own.