He looks at her, standing there so hopeful in the bright pink of her cardigan, but there's no doubt in his mind now what he needs to do. What he has to do. She calls him out on his heart, on his not really feeling in it now that they're here, but he has to do what is right.

"I remember," he says, no lack of certainty in his voice or in his face as he looks down at her, slowly beginning to catch his breath.