Dr. Crusher and Counselor Troi were waiting for Anne Jameson to pay her last respects to her husband on Mordan before heading back to the ship. They'd both begged Mrs. Jameson to let them have the body for research, but she'd refused. "Let this 'secret' that destroyed him die with him," she'd said, and they'd acquiesced.
Mark Jameson had actually been buried in Karnas' private garden. Since Jameson had been so vilified, Karnas had said it was "the least he could do."
"We're due to leave orbit in twenty minutes," Troi said, as gently as she could.
Mrs. Jameson turned from her husband's grave. "I know," she said. "I'm just going to miss him so much. How he could have done all those things, I guess I'll never know."
"Your husband, like all people, was a complicated individual," Troi reassured her. "He tried to take shortcuts but both efforts failed him and also hurt you." She knew she was stating the obvious but sometimes it helped to reiterate things aloud.
Jameson's widow sighed. "You know, I always thought that I would be the one to die first, when we were both younger. It's funny how things turn out sometimes, isn't it?"
Dr. Crusher asked, "What will you do now?"
"My daughter and her partner are on Earth 2; I think I'll go there and stay with them for a while." She walked closer to Troi and Crusher, still gazing at her husband's gaze. "I don't know that I can forgive him, but I'll always remember him with compassion." She nodded resolutely. "I'm ready to go, now."
Dr. Crusher tapped her commbadge. "Three to beam up."