Jean also saw someone, but his feelings are complicated about them - Floch was never much of a friend to the rest of them, it feels like. When Connie speaks, though, Jean's shoulders stiffen and then slump.

"It was her, wasn't it?" he asks, his voice soft. There's plenty of people they know that have died, so many that at some times it feels indistinct - but there's one still very recent, very raw loss for the both of them.