What would we do if they did? [Desmond's stomach twists in knots, equally on edge, but because of something a little more... surreal than simple wariness. Like standing on the cusp of something and being unsure if you're still awake or if you fell asleep and have been wandering around in a dream.

But he keeps moving, because he doesn't know what else to do.]

Even if we could find another living soul out there somewhere, maybe pose as the only survivors of what happened, lie to anyone who asks... We wouldn't be home, yeah? I dunno about you two, but as much as I hate the bloody ship, we stand a far better chance of making it home if we don't rock the boat too much.