Her fingers curl into the material of his shirt and she's holding on as though he were somehow anchoring her into place. Maybe he was because part of her just wanted to sink to the ground and weep. What did Steve showing up mean? Was she dead as well? Could he have a heartbeat if he was dead? Would she? She just didn't even know what to think at the moment.

But maybe that was the problem. She was thinking instead of just being. He had told her once that maybe she just needed to believe and maybe that was what she needed to be doing at that moment. Because nothing that had happened to her over the last couple of days made any sense...

Her eyes shut and she leaned her head in, resting her forehead against his. She didn't want to think about how it had been when he'd died. Part of her had died with him and until she had seen him moments ago, she hadn't ever truly recovered from it. She had mourned him a little every day and though it had been easier to breathe as the years passed, there hadn't been a day that had passed where she hadn't thought about him.

Finally she opened her eyes and shook her head. "No, this is not Themyscira nor is it some other Amazon island. This is no place I have ever heard of. A place with no name." Her gaze searched his and she just wanted to get lost in it for as long as she could. "How long have you been here?"