He sees her as they drive away, a vision in white as she meets his eyes through the window, his thoughts inadvertently turning to the ring stuffed at the bottom of his duffel bag. His eyes tear up and his throat burns as she holds his gaze, her blonde hair streaming in the wind.

"I'm sorry," he tries to say with his eyes. "I wish I could have saved you. Married you. Been your husband. I promise that the yellow-eyed demon will pay for this."

But Jessica's ghost can offer him no response, whether it be forgiveness, absolution, or blame.