I never said thank you.

This damned plane is going to crash, he's going to die because of me, and I didn't even thank him. I lay there on that torture table, watching him like I had expected him to come, to rescue me. Like he always has before.

I still don't know how he got to Paraguay, how he found us. He refused to tell me.

Why didn't I say something? My silence was lie, a lie of omission. I've lied about so many things. I should have told him about Chris. I should have said I was sorry about that awful night in Sidney. I should have told him how much that kiss on the Admiral's porch meant. So many should haves. So much deceit.

And, now Webb. That kiss meant nothing. I just felt sorry for him.

I should have told Harm that I love him. Is it too late now?

"Harm…."