There's a buzz in her head. It starts small, but the more that Sam speaks, the worse it gets. It turns everything around her tinny and impossible to focus on because she's so stunned with what he's saying. Howard couldn't find him, she hadn't looked because he had gone down in the plane and he was lost. Wasn't he? And yet, Sam doesn't appear to have any ulterior motive in lying to her.

"He's still alive?" she asks, gritting her jaw when her eyes fill with moisture, trying to push that away. "Oh god, Steve," she exhales, when she thinks of him alone in the future. "How is he? Is he okay?" she demands. She may have said goodbye to him, but she will never, not ever stop loving that man.