when Saul came down with cancer we had a choice make his last days comfortable and wait for death or go find a cure, We chose the later. It was hard on everyone but he died knowing there was hope for him and all those that would follow him.

Panam smiled softly at the memory, a tear trickling down her cheek. "I should have been there," she whispered. "But I'm here now." She reached out and took Norman's hand, squeezing it gently. "I don't know what the future holds for us, but I promise... we'll find a way to make it work." Their eyes met, locked in a silent understanding that transcended words.