It's not real. It feels real, but I know it's not. [it can't be. it's a place between times. it's a ship between times and places. there has been plenty of progress on this ship. there's been growth for john, and he has gained relationships with people.

he's gotten to know her, and he can't imagine not knowing her. he really can't. john looks over at her with a soft smile of his own as he leans against the railing, and the smile widens a bit when she repeats it back to him.]

I'm glad you do, too.

[he says the words softly, and he reaches for her hand, locking their fingers together.]

This place feels very, very real. It is real. It's just... not meant to be where we stay.