The Traveler knocks on the door of the Hunter's cabin. The Hunter opens the door.

“We don't have to do that here, Jonathan.”

“What?”

“I can feel it. The way you're already categorizing this moment in your head. We aren't titles, Jonathan, we aren't memories. We are here, now. Please be here and now with me. I don't have forever.”

Jonathan Orne almost couldn't get words out around tears trapped in his throat. “Will, I'm so tired.”

“I know. Come in, there's a fire going.” Will smiled. “I'll make some tea.”