Jessica bends to kiss Sam's fevered forehead as the trio touch as one again for the first time in... how long? Thanks to Gabriel, she recalls Rome--old, ancient, beautiful Rome, and so many others since. The most bleak times were always when they could not find one another, or perhaps two had but one remained somewhere in the universe; whether heaven or earth she had never been able to define.

"You won't, Sam," she whispers. "We're here. We're together. We'll take care of you; of each other."