"I love you too," he says. He catches her hand and drops a brief kiss onto her thumb before letting Tara open the file. His file. His autopsy file, because he must have died there like any other Teller, bloody and hard.

Taking a cigarette, he can't even speculate how it must have gone. Too many opportunities for him to die have presented themselves by now. It doesn't even surprise him that he's dead in that world, not when it was just a matter of time.

"Christ." What else can he say.