Smiling widely, Pieck took a half-step back and grabbed his hand as the world around them became something a little more familiar, even if it was familiar in its strangeness: Route 29, where Carlo and Snappy waited, where they had all of this newfound freedom, and where they could start on their efforts to reach that goal. Their goal. Together.

Maybe some people would see it as too simple, but Pieck had now seen it as a truth she'd been mistaken about for far too long. She never would've been happy as somebody's housewife, just looking after a home and never taking advantage of everything she knew as hers: her intelligence, her cunning, her strategic mind, her strength in more ways than physical. She never would've been content that way. And the person whose hand she held - he was the kind of man she really needed. Someone who understood her and didn't resent her for being strong. Someone who took pride in what she did, and someone she could be proud of, too. Someone whose strength complemented hers instead of either of them overshadowing the other.

Marley had made her think past those truths for years. Now, she could embrace them - and she wanted to. With him, for the rest of her life.

Pieck beamed as she led him back into the newly-real world with, for the first time, a lot to look forward to.