As he watched her in the afternoon light that filtered through the window, Jack was struck by just how beautiful she was. That, and how, despite everything, just how lucky he was to be able to count himself as someone that has known her.

"You look beautiful," he said, voicing his thought in a gentle whisper. He thought then, that he wished he could paint her, he wished it was a skill he had, to capture that moment; and capture her in that moment. A camera just wouldn't do.

"Certain enough," he said as a delayed reaction to her question. "See for yourself if you don't believe me."