You had never, in all your years, had ever thought that you'd be witnessing everything that you had over the past few hours. You'd seen places that had once been sprawling cities, beautiful masterpieces of humanity, reduced to nothing but rubble and twisted wreckage... A similar sight to see when you'd been lead back to the crash site of your ship - the Odyssey. Your Crew was all gone, their sleep pods all obliterated to literal ash. But somehow, you'd survived. It had been a complete shock when you'd finally came to after all that time, your head full of foggy recollections of an almost... hauntingly familiar figure clad in white, soot staining his handsomely concerned features. But when you'd finally allowed immensely heavy eyelids to flicker open, shoving aside the throbbing in your head, the aching in your muscles, a new set of surroundings flooded your vision. The same surroundings which now feel like home, the man you thought you'd lost, laying at your side. You'd been urging him for an explanation of what had happened to the planet once flourishing with life, but he had yet to give it, likely trying to determine the best way to say it. Though, you're beginning to put the pieces together. Though the man laying at your side looks and acts identical to your Jack, you can tell that he isn't. He'd almost approached you with a hesitant apprehension when you'd awoke after he'd dragged you from the Odyssey's wreckage... You'd been in Delta Sleep for about 60 years, he'd told you that much. But as the lake of the seemingly last greenspace on Earth laps against the shore, the crickets chirping, the birds cooing... his voice finally sounds from your side, his figure rolling onto its side to face you. "While you were in Delta Sleep," He begins, a hand wandering almost curiously up your arm, his touch gently mesmerizing. "Earth was attacked. Call 'em Scavs." A million questions begin to bubble in your thoughts, though you shush them away, re-focusing on his next words. "They, uh, destroyed our Moon and with that, half the Planet, when they invaded... We won the war, but Earth... was ruined." At this, a light chuckle escapes you, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "But yet you managed to find this place?" You practically whisper, gesturing to the roughly built house surrounding you, though you can tell it was built with care. Jack Harper just grins, clambering out of bed and wandering away towards the makeshift kitchen, his shadowy silhouette coming to a halt beside the record player he'd somehow managed to scrounge up amongst Earth's wreckage. And as he drops the needle, a familiar tune begins to filter through the speakers, one that almost instantly brings tears to your eyes. "You always loved this song," You muse softly, bittersweet memories pricking your thoughts. The bed dips slightly at his added weight as he climbs back in, shifting closer to you this time. "I'm not him. I know I'm not," He hums, his gaze raising to yours carrying almost a sadness to it. "But I've loved you for as long as I can remember... I don't know how else to say it." A pang of sorrow ripples through you at his words as he reaches for you, arms securing your form to his as if he's scared you might disappear on him at any given moment. "Those memories are what make you who you are, Jack. They're yours - they're ours. And that's what has made our love last, no matter how much time has passed." With those words falling from your lips, you almost feel him relax around you, a relief filling his figure. And as the night stretches on, the music keeping you both company on a calm night such as this, you can't help but feel at ease. You're finally home.