Peggy looks over to the young man, feeling pleased for the young girl for having someone like that, her jealousy subdued and well-worn. She's come around to the fact that while Steve is here, there's no future for them, not when decades separate them now.

"Six years?" she echoes, confused. "I've only done the two, I can't even begin to imagine what that's like." And there's that creeping, awful horror. Could she be here for another four years? Could she be trapped like this, her life on pause or completely derailed?