Misty's heart skips a beat when she hears his voice calling down from above. Hears it, but doesn't quite believe it. Cautiously, she approaches the bottom of the stairs and looks up. That's him all right, nestled in among the thistles. Of course he'd be drawn to the greenhouse, just like her.

She climbs the first few steps but then stops. What if it's not her Vision? What if it's someone else, from another time, another place, someone who doesn't know her at all? She'd seen it happen before, in the Fleet. People disappeared and came back, with no memory of their time in this world.

"Vision?" Her voice shakes. She's not sure if she can withstand the heartbreak of looking into the face of someone she loves so much and have him look back at her as a stranger.