This is nicer. And it is, even if other memories and thoughts filter by, it's still a day his father let him steer the boat, feel like a little sea captain, before things went sour.

But the others need him. The Marshal needs him.

Taylor needs him. He shifts. Fades. There is a momentary sensation of falling. Lets go of the sunlight and lets York's warmth back in.

His eyes flutter open. There's a moment of near panic, maybe this is another memory, maybe he's York and when he turns his head there she'll be--

It's York.

Did we pass?