He comes across her in a bar in France.
“My brother’s dead,” he says. “Do you care? Did you know?”
Downing her shot, she grabs his hand, and he follows her until they end up in a hotel garden.
Putting her fingers to her lips, she stands on her tiptoes, and when he follows suit, she leads him.
He hears before he sees.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
Then, he finds himself looking at Stephen lying near some magnolias with a baby cooing on top of his chest.
“His? Yours,” he manages to choke out.
“Ours,” she answers.