It's strange to think that I can age, you know? Not—not literally, but going back and forth. Six years is a long time. I wish I could say that I missed you, but it's more that it hit me when I got back. That I lost all those connections.

[That's the hardest part of all of this: knowing that she won't be able to hold on to the others. She wants to be certain that they can remain in each other's thoughts forever, and grieve and love and care.

What if they can't?]