When she looked at him, she saw hope – not for herself, but for the people he touched. For every planet to which they traveled, hundreds – if not thousands – of people were given hope. All because of one man, who was never thanked, never acknowledged. He was truly a masked crusader. A non-entity. He did not exist, as far as anyone except for herself was concerned.
But there was little hope for her. She knew her fate – she was to fade into the background, like all of the others; because surely a man of his agelessness had had other companions, companions who had lived and died without a spark of hope, because eventually, he would leave, and they would die. What a lonely existence he must have, knowing that he will live on while his friends disappeared into the void of time.
They were drifting through space and time; and though she knew that they must surely part, she intended to make the best of their time together. Her life before had been dull, bereft of thrills, vacant of peril; now – now she was thrust into the midst of excitement, danger, and – most important of all – significance. She was making a difference, and it was all due to him.
"Rose," he asked; "are you coming?"
She smiled and nodded in affirmation. Throwing one last look at her new home, she departed with her northern savior.