Jack is laid out in one of the morgue drawers, pulled out so Gwen can watch him. He's almost blue in color, cold to the touch, and his usual sense of unending life and time is so diminished that she probably won't even sense it right away. There's only a tiny spark left at the core.

Gwen sits on a stool next to the body, so sure that he'll come back. He did before. But it's been so long now... and a part of her wonders if she's in denial.