With eyes wide open to the darkness, Roxton breathed a jagged and hard breath in an attempt to suck in every ounce of life. His clothes were drenched in the salt of tears, sweat and fear. He refused to believe his dream of death. It couldn't be! He simply wouldn't accept it! Though he could see nothing but darkness, he listened. He listened for any sign of reality to confirm that he was still there. That he was still alive. That he would still be able to kiss his Marguerite and profess his love to her. That he could tell his baby just one more bedtime story. That he could hear Challenger and Summerlee mutter over some scientific find, or hear Ned constantly try to convince little Layton that he would become a great journalist just like his daddy and hear Veronica laugh at Ned's hopeless attempts . He prayed for a sound, any sound.

There was pure silence until………………………………………………...he heard the wind shuffle along the trees and the trees dance in reply. He heard the dinosaurs' wild roar, and finally he heard the most beautiful noise of all. He heard someone breathing heavily close by and without another doubt he knew it was his Marguerite. Never had such sounds brought such pleasure to Roxton. The ruffle of the trees against the wind, the roar of the dinosaurs, and the breathing of his beauty just seemed to fill him with life and displace the doubt and fear of death.

The moon seemed to celebrate life with him, for light seemed to dance into the room and chase away the immense darkness. He looked over to his side and saw his beauty asleep in the rocking chair with her blanket off of her. Her frizzed ebony tresses danced wildly against her smooth ivory skin and her tear stained cheeks shined against the moonlight. He let out a sigh and attempted to lift himself out of his bed of sickness to reach her and comfort her but he paused feeling something in his hand. He looked and saw Marguerite's locket sitting in the palm of his hand. He stared at it for what seemed to be hours trying to figure out how it ended up in his hand. Then he remembered his little princess right before his horrific dream, tiptoeing into his room and placing the locket in his hand and hoping it made him feel better. His face lit up and a tear rolled down the mighty hunter's cheek just thinking of his baby girl and how she had inhabited his strength.

"She was absolutely right. I certainly do feel much better."

A sleepy "John" was whispered from the lips of Marguerite and it broke him from his moment of bliss and brought him to another. He lifted up the covers and rushed by her side.

"I'm here my love. I'm here Marguerite." He whispered back while his eyes searched hers hoping to reach her through her dreams and dissipate every bit of sadness she felt. Her eyes flickered a bit and finally opened to the sight she had been dreaming of for the past four days. Her john was kneeling right before her with his ever-loving eyes shining so bright with love and innocence and searing into her very core. She sat up rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Then she touched his face, his hair, his lips, just to be sure she wasn't dreaming. Her face lit up and tears began to pour down as she embraced him, once she knew that this truly was her John, her love, her heart. John wrapped her in his arms so tightly and kissed her over and over again stroking her hair while he whispered "I love you" continuously. She pulled back a little, taking his face into her hands as they stared into each other's eyes.

"I thought I had lost you." She managed through her tears that seem fall more rapidly, while her reddened grey-green eyes looked deeply into his.

"Oh my love, Never. I'll always be here my darling. I fought too hard to let a prize like you go."Marguerite laughed a little hearing that and knew, dream or not, this was her John. Her smile lit up John's face and sent a rush of warmth through his body.

"I love you John Roxton."

"I love you Marguerite Roxton."

And with those words of affection the lovers shared a kiss of love with Roxton's hands entangled in Marguerite's raven tresses, while hers remained glued to his face. After their kiss of passion they just remained wrapped in each other's arms with Marguerite lying her head upon his shoulder and Roxton holding her, letting his head rest upon hers. As he observed his beauty, he noted how exhausted and purely drained she looked.

"Best get your beauty sleep Lady Roxton or else I'll be the beautiful one in this marriage." He said smiling and looking down upon his lady. Marguerite managed a weak laugh and replied saying,

"Though we know the impossibility of that (Which of course made Roxton chuckle) , I'll go only if you stay with me. I need you. This seems almost too good to be true. I just want you with me."

Roxton stared down smiling, "Of course my love. I'll stay with you forever and always." And with that he scooped her up walking over to their bed and pushed the covers away and laid her down taking off her boots. Then he climbed into their bed next to her and pulled the covers over them. And there they lie with Roxton's strong arms around Marguerite's tiny waist, holding her in the reassurance of his love until they both drifted off to sleep.