[Here one second. Gone the next. And then…?]

[He’s breathing. Heavy.]

[It’s dark. Here, again. Blood, again—so much more. Eren, slumped—]

[Aubrey wants to throw up. She stumbles towards him, drops to her knees; there’s not a hand to reach for, this side; he’s grasping, for what, why—]

[She’s not a medic. She doesn’t want to touch him. She wants to hold him, all of him, and carry him home.]

Eren. Eren— [She forces herself to keep breathing, not to drown. He’s still here. Aubrey grabs his hand, clasping, praying.] Stay…

[With me.]

[Alive.]