The memory is bittersweet, and Peggy looks away, suddenly self-conscious. She regretted being cross with him after the plane had gone down. Regretted it like nothing else.

“...I do,” she says eventually. “I love him very much, and I think he loved me. But we never had time to explore it. He went down in that aeroplane and we never found him. Now he’s living in the future and he’s had a life without me. It would be cruel of me to hold him to those old feelings.”