His finger traced the edge of the compass and he paused before his eyes widened and he gasped, sitting heavily on the couch and clutching his head.
His breath left his body and he struggled to bring it back, gasping for air. After a moment, he stood up and crossed to the window, looking for a way out.
Jack was standing there, his blue eyes wide. The sleeve on his shirt was torn, and he had a cut on his cheek, but seemed otherwise unharmed.
He studied her, almost hungrily. "I..." His voice was hoarse and he shook his head. "I remember. I remember everything."
He nodded slowly, his brows furrowing. "Yeah, Avice, I... I remember the ship, and the mission, and our house and our babies, and... God. Avice, I remember that you're my wife."
He exhaled heavily, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head over and over. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."