Yes, we have. Fanciful daydreams, mostly, but if we both live that long maybe it'll happen.

I know what will happen if I left Jack. I'd shrivel up and die inside. It's not just fear of space travel that keeps me here: it's that choking feeling I get when I think about not seeing Jack every day.

Lorne . . . is necessary, but not in the same way. And I hate that. It feels like it should be the opposite, if he's the person I love and who loves me, shouldn't he be the air that I breathe?