Once she’d learned Talia was still alive, Miki had decided she was going to have hope for the future, a future all three of them would share. Hope was a choice she had made and would continue making. This morning, though, it felt like a sad choice; sad because Jon wasn’t here to share it. It seemed desperately unfair that he would never know that Miki was going to be all right, that she had at least found them a safe place to land.