She is stargazing. Again. She shouldn't be doing this, it makes her melancholic. But she can't help it. Stars reminde her about her childhood. So simply and uncomplicated. So different from her present life, full of darkness, blood and death.

Suddenly, she feels someone's hands around her waist. And in that very moment she understand what she wants. She wants the same thing for her unborn child, for Henry, and for Jack. Although he isn't her biologicall son, she loves him as much as she loves Henry. And she knows, that she will love that little as much.

She rests her head on Aaron's chest. With his help that is possible. Horrors they see on a daily basis won't be a part of their children's life. She, they, would never let it happend.